Day 13

So far, so very good.  13 consecutive 7min mornings, with hikes and weights and stairs and healthy eating thrown into the mix for good measure.  All the more notable for what has been absent - wine and fast food and sauces and popcorn and sugars of all sorts.  Let it stand as a marker of what is possible, and use it as a launching pad to be truly ready on 02/21.

Alas, all good things must come to a (temporary) end.  The annual flight of NS to Greece by this time next week requires a Purcell's Cove send-off, the first proper symposium in some time.  Pussers and water shall be on my menu that evening, the gods require it.  But then a recommitment to the cause until the latest London escapade just two weeks hence.

Reflection today amidst the reopener repetitiveness in the Pictou room, of past meetings therein and the defaced map art on the wall, where the fragmentary word "Free.." is just visible.  How wonderful it would feel, in truth, to walk.  Hard for that thought not to dominate the mind.

But word tonight of the obligation to pay up the sizeable special assessment, amidst all the other machinations.  Every month you hang on could be worth as much as a year of profit at the new gig.  There will be much work to be done next year in the build up to Ahab's launch if you pull this caper off, and there should be no shame in running out the final salaried year and then some before departure.  Plan to take a few last holidays while on the payroll, in other words.  And use the 40th as the excuse for leaving rather than the Antarctic reflections.

Condo on the market in Spring 2019, one last year at Bishop's as you transition to the Island life, and Tibet/Nepal later that year when the first season is done?  It is the main plan at the moment. Dream me a better one...