Time for fetching up...

Back from five of the best days in one of the superb places of the hemisphere, clearly. Gracias, Habana, por todo. I have some words written out on scraps of paper, the best I could glean from the fabulously exhausting five days. Exhausting except, of course, for each day's splendid symposium sunset with cigar and rum.

How distant it seems from these boardrooms and repetitive meetings. Lots of work to be done from now until September, more so than I would have even thought a few days ago. Almost to the point that having banked the hours to this point, and with a bleak summer ahead, the option to once again work for the bonus as last year.

But where does that end? Two things are clear: Time is ticking (it is always later than you think) yet it costs money to trot the globe. One further thing as well: that you need a fresh start in a new place where you have a chance to settle in.

The 32nd is quickly approaching, so hopefully there is some ocean-side mountain top to mull the real options. It remains murky, the future. Through the glass darkly, and all that. Should get the mind back to this meeting. But it remains the case that the present is unsustainable. The power to choose between options. Just need to find the right one...