The Spark of the Ninth

Alas.  A week of live Halifax entertainment - Legally Blonde at Neptune to the Mooseheads at the Metro Centre to the Symphony for Beethoven's masterpiece tonight.  Even mixed in a few Guinness, some boat cleaning, and Lower Deck action as well.  None of it really inspiring, even the last, to the point where you wonder about the tiredness in general, the inability to put your mind to simple tasks.  Case in point, the hour or so I've been here, meant to type this up, and similar inane time wasting tactics take over.  Like a wet veil that cannot be shaken off.  This just waiting for motivation to do things and not finding it is grueling and a bit sad.  All the more so since the only real distractions of any worth are those found in stories or in dreams of relocation.  When work does not provide enough distractions, I suppose, and the boat delayed one week from the launch in the face of an extraordinary weekend...

How to shake it loose?  I would say to wake-up at 6AM, go downstairs for a quick refreshing work-out, and then to work by 8AM, but how often have I imagined that ridiculous dream?  Today the plan was for a quick return and cleansing post-Cohn, but of course the motivation does not emerge through the passage of time...  You know, I fancy a drive out Shearwater way right now for sunset.  Let's up and do that and feel the breeze and then return home to get a few things done and see if the arrival of a Monday cannot just be the start of something new.  Mostly you have failed the seeker who left the Dolphin's balcony with the semblance of a plan.  Let's see if this week if we cannot back on track.  There will be plenty of weekends to imagine Abu Dhabi or the Cayman Islands.  For now let's focus on one productive week at a time until the end of the two key hearings and the arrival of the Coop.  That's only about 40 nights from now...

UPDATE: So, the Passage was brilliant, and options for a return over the course of the summer.  But the remainder of the night was predictable: Chinese take-out, juice and a new pulp novel from Shoppers, with a late good night immersed in the story followed by another failure to get up for the work-out, and the belaboured 10AM arrival amidst the messy condo.  And thus do thoughts of the new return.  I fear another day of nothing...  When even the 9th cannot provide a spark...  Need to search further...