Begin. The Rest is Easy.

Message sent to Lav - after the weekend's constructive cigar bar discussions, George's island skivvy dipping, and a bus stop farewell.  Thus we wait.  As two twonies appear mysteriously on the porch of Charlemagne.  How strange, how very strange.

Meanwhile, what document do you want the Appendix removed from?  Oh, you mean... And news of Dale's father this aft.  Yes, further thoughts of mortality all around, in amidst the good cheer of the past birthday week.  It ends today with the Stransky -4 salutation, the coffee break celebration, and JG lunch.  Hicks across the hall adding over tea that even as age is a number not to worry yourself with, 40 is a time of change that is hard to deny.  The body, the relationships.  The symmetry fits so well as part of the overall story.  It is a beckoning, a reckoning.  Soon come.  The levee, with everything re-arranged after it breaks.


Would it have changed anything?  Could it have changed everything?  Thoughts this morning again back to the Amtrak delay, and the crane that had fallen on the track.  How might things have transpired differently, I wonder.  So many potential tangents.  Computations and Permutations.  Swings and Roundabouts.  But all has led to this, and for that I am thankful.  There has been a bit of an absence, these past 24 hours, which will fade as it does but also inspire further conspiracies.  A shame the Kingsport caper could not be pulled off, but there shall be more ideas to come.  MacDougall Blueberry Tea, to go with the Buena Vista Irish Coffee.  Me gusto.

So end the birthday festivities.  Wherefore 40?  Until the time arrives, we wait, and scour the road for its inspiration.  So few days left until the World Cup.  What a riot you are going.  But... pourquoi pas?  As the title says - it is all in the decision at the outset, the rest rolls from it.  Inevitable as the day is as long as life is short.  Evoking Coop's favourite line - can't wait to see, what happens next.