12:08 / 4:08

Remember this?  That slightly sinking feeling in an empty, anonymous room.  Waiting for the year, for this chapter, just to be over.  The odds of bumping into HK just before the presentation, who cares not a jot about it and seemed ridiculously serene.  The odds, at least of that being the first time you see him since January.  My word.  And, how after lunch, tearing down the blinds from the wall accidentally.

Just a mess.  Ah well, it's only time, as the Magnetic Fields sing.  Although it does change things.  Alright, let's finish this off...

UPDATE: 1:36 / 5: 36.  Forgot to mention the 3000 quid in an envelope in my jacket pocket (don't get mugged!)  And the presentation just confirming the correctness of the Achill choice.  Just not convincing in selling the value of moving beyond the theoretical (sorry, conceptual) definition, or on community wind farms in general.  Glad to have done this though, to confirm the intuition and imagine the horrors ahead on the path now avoided.  But you'll be missed, Eire.  4 more nights - but all downwind from here!

FURTHER: Closure even more complete on the amble home, with the unexpected stop into the cathedral for the 6PM mass as the Catholics get closer to marking Ascension Day this Sunday.  An appropriate one, in a vague sense, befitting a departure.  Funny to be within the church walls, pondering the different ways the money in the envelope in the pocket could go, the stories that would result based on handing it over - whether to the young red head or the old cross-walk worker or otherwise.  Something for a future story?  Perhaps.  Left as well with the thought of Hanger from the love of life tour, and that a great man must have a love for the human being.  So simple, and a mentality that you keep coming back to with a wry smile.  Adopt it, eh?  Sweet dreams, McMahon, and one more post before you go...