Annually Adjusted Replies

Friday.  Pre-Magdalen.  So much cleaning to do at home.  But first a steak, and some wine, maybe a few bottles of wine.  And a reading of the bootleg copy of On the Road just printed.  Another lonely one.  As you cement in your mind the need to break free.  More so after listening to concerns about due diligence research on the splitting of cables, on the reading of a 64 page screed of reiterations from the perennial enemy in these regulatory matters.  To what end?  Soon, the end, I think.  Tick tock.

Need to dwell upon some themes, get a new notebook, begin outlines, complete a portion of the portfolio.  Time will move fast.  Today I realized it has been three years, not two, since JBM's car accident.  How quickly, etc.  A 50 year old MP from cancer recently.  Others who, though tangential, illustrate the dangers, the running out of room, the narrowing of gaps, the closing of windows.  The peak time, not for work, but for the life's work.  If you know what I am saying.

Let us go now.  More to report, to follow up.  But here, on this closing down of summer night, this sunset to come on September's 15th day, make the resolution.  The end of July, 2018.  Less than a year.  One more annual adjustment.  Then, to China and Nepal.  And then?  And then, without support and without fallbacks, without plans and without commitments.  Right where you need to be to succeed.  Everything leading to this - this thing that must be done.  All of it, having brought you there/here by this long and straight and true and inevitable sequence of events.

Right right right.  Write write write.