Mission to Alcatraz

It was a full and gorgeous trip to San Francisco, over in a flash and memorable in the way that those weekends can be at their best.  From Lands End and Ocean Beach to Trieste and the Saloon to the 7am kickoff and Vesuvio and City Lights, then Dim Sum and Dolores Park and Diplomatico Daquiries and Puerto Alegre and Kozy Kar and Mona Lisa Guinness, to Alcatraz and the Codmother and Buena Vista to a nap and Curry/Durant and Fake Pho and the Tonga.  A mouthful all told, and oh so very good.

A sobering return home, in more ways then one, realising the level of desolation and desperation has grown too extreme and that...  You need a change.  Too much fast food, not enough activity or focus, and so with 28 days until a hopeful trip to London you put down a marker.  So far so good.  The 4th trip to Peggys Cove tonight for the first truly beautiful sunset, and further thoughts about the latest of the plans for Ahab.  Examined from so many different ways, it fits.  And requires the planning to continue as you dream how to turn mere thoughts into a path.

Moving slightly away from the MFA at the same time, recalling 2019 as the original date, since it puts the primaries in the middle of the program.  And which may free you up to try and last through one more calendar year to help bankroll the future, on the assumption that Lav can be convinced to hold out one final year and farewell party.  It bears considering, and something truly to look forward to at the end of May, when you pour over the new listings on arrival in Cape Town.  Until then, let's make this latest manifesto a true one, and enjoy that first sip in awhile across the pond at Moby Dick. It just makes sense.