Do Svidaniya

Back from another ridiculous one, this time a World Cup in Russia, with its Putin-obsessed culture keeping the trains running on time and so many soldiers standing by.  The lack of smiles, yet warmest of temperatures and decent hospitality.  The goals and the merriment.  Messi.  Pavard.  That morning at the Hermitage, into Mayak and then the Gulf of Finland will surely rank as one of the great days of the year.  And the 4-3 thriller also such a beauty.

There was a notable feeling of depression at the end, re-wandering Ardbat street after Canada Day, wondering what comes next.  Much to ponder.  Work is fizzling out along with the stocks you had hoped would set you free.  The writing beckons, even as there seem no hiding places to do it more suitable than Cow Ledge Road.  I wonder how that is going to end/start.  So funny as the slide begins in this year of leisure, the desire to work non-existant and the purpose of it simply lacking.

I need to find the routine that will motivate.  The trips that will please.  Keep after it, one day you'll get it all right...