...I don't have the power

Last night of a funny little holiday, that has seemed long and yet continues after only 2 or so extra days of work to come into the US.  Got to hear Mr. Reeves brag about the hockey prowess once again a few hours ago, 2 days late but as dependable as always.  And launch an inexplicable Jumanji tradition, at that, amidst a tussle over movie timings.  Ah, wedded bliss.

I'm ready to get back on the wagon soon, for a real health push toward the deepest south.  And the regularity of traditions combined with the lethargy of the break have me dreaming of the new plan.  Dropped the reference to Lav's with the older sister mid-paragraph, so that's another point of progression, even as you explain it by way of "an" and not "the" example...  But in my mind, it seems less crazy the longer it's imagined.

You can do it, Capt'n.  Deciding to be poor, perhaps.  But free, and rich in time, and opportunity for creation.  Not just opportunity, but duty.  It is all consistent with the original thoughts at the McNab lighthouse way back in October 2014, that this was never to be more than a 3-5 year plan.

Don't be cowardly, says the Doctor before the 12th transition tonight.  If hope brings with it fear, it still brings hope.  Freshness.  Yes b'ye.  Give it welcome.