Rethink

Last night’s Riesling, and what should be a motto for the coming days.  You have, predictably, fallen right into the old depressive traps.  Inability to get motivated beyond the absolute minimum of work.  A twitter obsession more grievous/egregious than ever, no exercise, and a habitual rising just before noon.  What shall it take?

The thinking continuing to evolve from the Bark.  The disappointment of Ahab’s lingering, even as it might be a positive sign, as a transition, should you become the owner and keep the leases going one more summer through the MFA.  Something for discussion on the 8th.  The real attraction is in escaping again for long periods.  Nepal, the Southwest Path, the Arsenal, the US tour, Ethiopia, Dominica...  so much appeals if you have the time.  And the way to get the time may just be to sell and not buy anew.  Or wait one more season for the purchase, as you string out the legal career to its straining point.  One more season of the Southern Cross to go?

It’s a lazy procrastination, I know, born out of frustration and procrastination.  But let’s see how it plays.  No hasty decisions.  The condo can always go up in September, after all.  As you look to plan an October holiday of some import, haha.  The months shall pass quicker than you think.