Noah... What's an ark?

Our man was on point in Halifax.  Bali stories and Indian accents to great effect.  Good times with K to see him, apartment cleaned, and flights down to Austin worked beautifully.  A just-right kind of trip, enough time to catch up with Arch (over dere) and also to take a bit of a road trip in a preview of what the 2020 MFA could look like.  The more I think of that, the more I like the sound of it, while also combining some of the other travel memoir writings.  Here's to hope indeed.

The preparation is key.  And on that note, after a ridiculous pantsdrunk kind of night following the returns, it is time to reinstitute the annual November cleanse and try and get the 7 minute workout going anew.  No compelling reasons requiring the booze, so can you institute a moratorium of at least a month in duration, with some exercise to begin on the 8th?

The other detox is a twitter-based one.  You have the campaign books already ordered and ready to read, an office to clean, and some stories still left to write up from the summer and beyond.  Let's see if we can aim the focus in that direction between now and Vegas.  Ideally you are looking to get the body and mind in shape for a hopeful trip.  If that fails, there is always February, and some days/nights in Mombasa.  Mmmmmmm.  2019 looking like it shall be a good one.