Victory, at long last

And then, after so many letters and phone calls, and so much hastle and arguing and drafting and uncertainty.  Into the inbox arrives the decision.  The heart beats faster.  Page 62.  Incomprehension at first, comfort to see any amount at all, and then realization.  Elation.

"Deference must be made... I do not agree with a number of the underlying assumptions of... I am left in considerable doubt with respect to the merits of the position of... the equation simply opens up too many questions and hypothetical situations for me..."

Oh, the joy of bamboozling the other side.  A well earned win.  One of those ones that makes you proud all of a sudden again at the work done over the past years.  That it meant something.  So much better than if things were reversed. 

Friday.  Bear and Cartier making unique Halifax appearances in the next few days.  The amazingly surreal erection of the sign - Black Piano on Honeycomb, followed by the coolest of trips through the dungeons of George's.  "Why do people hate life so much?" asks CI, in response to our wondering once more why we own the harbour.  No answer to that, but time to head home and do another round of the 7 minutes in anticipation of a Beer Fest, just when the thought was to refrain from the very stuff. 

Though as the skies clear, are there other options to consider?  Perhaps.  Head home first to the new Weber and a few pages of a new story before venturing out into the night...  A weekend ahead that should inspire, with Thanksgiving plans made and some motivation for Salsa lessons and getting shape the order of the day.  C'mon.  Let's see what's next.