How Sad a Passage

COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.

Friday, November 15, 2013

A Prince of a Man

Back in this room, as the Board lines up its decision by feeding its consultants the right questions and they hammer home the key points.  Nice to have a moment amidst the flurry to relax, to consider the futility and ineptness of some advocates and watching how bias and intellectual capacity interact to serve up the future.

LATER: Back in the office, as there was no further time to type.  Another good day, having finalized much of the argument in the ML hearing and following Monday things will be shaping up nicely.  Seem to have permission for the opening weeks of January for the Kili-man Kili-man Kili-man-ja-ro-o-o trek.  The 7 minute workout and stair slowly having the impact, and a brilliant 15 days strong without a beverage.  Easy for the most part, although the pints were tempting last night over wings and with the TMP boys headed to the Deck.  But water it was, and the record was preserved.  Officially at the half-way point at midnight tonight, and it is downhill from here.  Although a third Friday in a row headed home alone into the darkness is a bit sad if it was not for the larger purpose.  Reminding you of the thoughts that call you away, the Brazil emails back and forth with Coop chasing a plan, planning to be home for your own Christmas morning on the day of the draw in three more weeks today.  So much to look forward to that the smile grows ever wider.

Anyone, off to hit the road and relax, most likely with a juicer and to prepare for the start of a 7 day cleanse tomorrow.  Perhaps with a night of Yoga next Wednesday as well?  Because things are heating up and you need to be ready to send 2013 off with a veritable bang on the way up to the Rooftop.  Did want to mention the title though - G. Baker, dead at the age of 95, with lots of stories and fond memories served up by those in the regulatory world who knew him and admired his razor mind and smirk when he knew the answers to the questions.  A very prince of a man.  Sweet epitaph.  If I had a glass open tonight I would raise it.

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