"I wish I was younger..."

So says the Greek this morning, recalling days of smuggling wine and roses out of St. Pierre.  I know the feeling, although still at this stage the Krapp sentiment holds true.  This epic summer rolls on, and with the recent condo offer in, the ship positioned downtown, and Rio to Buenos to come - all seems very much in order.

Still, there will be days.  Looking forward to settling into broader routines to initiate new and random connections that may lead who knows where.  Time to think over the next few days as to the set up that you want from the firm, as all manner of options seem available.  And settling into a daily life that will inspire.  For it is later than you think.

It has been quite the year though - it was last year's June 5 in which you laid eyes on the Southern Cross for the first time, with the sale completed three days later in time for the birthday celebrations.  At that time, Havana part 2 was still to come, as were the emails from both Suzanne and then surprisingly from TVR.  That led to all manner of escapades, but also confirmation that the academic career has come to an end and that Halifax (or make that Dartmouth?) still holds its own kind of staying power.  So here you are, coordinating mortgages and home inspections a week after the arrival.

Always appreciate June Five, as it kicks off the retrospective thoughts and future dreaming that are partly captured by the annual Beckett tapes.  This year should be subdued but good, and I have a feeling it will find its ending on the water.  Enjoy it man.  Youth's a stuff will not endure.