Of Pathfinders and Oboes

Last of 5 nights in NFLD, stranded by the blizzard, and managed to stay firmly on the wagon despite the obvious temptations otherwise.  Tedium of dinner parties - snowblowing and South Africa, dementia and recollection of the joys of sailing past...  The relief in returning to solitude, yet always interesting reflecting on the subjects of conversation, and the forever nature of relationships you manage to avoid.

In all another fine stay running up the hours up on this rock, first flights of 2013 already in the books and with hopes for Nassau in 5 more.  Perhaps.  Still have a conversation to have on the return which will most likely be disappointing, so need to get serious on some of the other random resolutions.  Por que no?