Home and its Comforts

Back again in the office, overlooking the harbour, wondering about what is next.  Brilliant bourbon and Avett plan scuttled yesterday by random summer calendar assignments.  But no matter, as that was always going to be too rushed.  Perhaps you'll get credit for the efforts.  The thought that counts, etc.

I have given myself the week to fall back into the old habits of inane internet usage and mindless lounging about in bed.  All as part of the adjustment, the return to the fold, for at least a time.  Took a few extra days to file and pay the taxes owing, as you knew they would be, and yet.  'Tis the price you pay for the additional profit windfall, so no complaints, eh?

A favour has been called and so I respectfully ask you, Universe, to cease bringing back people from her past into her life today.  I do not make the request lightly and will not overdo it.  Promise.  Even as you seem to have picked this exact moment to wipe the phone under the guise of an update.  Seriously.  If that is the cost, so be it, even as it is likely just the normal process.  We shall see.  (It was.)

I am left a bit bereft, at the start of this summer.  Stuck in a haze, a fog.  The Lavena plan is on hold, although the birthday may provide some new insights.  888 seems the wrong option, even as it appeals for different reasons.  No other short term option in the right price range has yet presented itself.  So there is a sense, on the return, of being stuck.

Time, soon, to break free from it.  Remember Great Beacon.  The news from Dube today.  Later, oh so much later, than you think.