Secrets

Back safely, through the 737 max and the start of the break and the usual Blarney of work.  No one even really noticed, and you escape with perhaps another opening freeing up.  The Efficiency crap remains a lingering potential annoyance, but if your luck holds it is a point rife for settlement.  And how can it not, with chants of Aubameyang ringing through your head after that penalty.  The opposition net at the Clock End will never seem as big as it did for Xhaka’s opener.  The Rocket/Nando’s right out of the tradition playbook.  As will be the early wake-up call for the 17th.

Funny call from Marina on Wednesday after the statement was sent, just as the night’s plan emerges from some drunk texting of the plan to Chinn before the kick out.  A sense of time running out but not yet.  Was close to serious frustration in Kloten but somehow the ease and oddity and exceptional randomness of that lingers.  So see how it unfolds.  The possibility of the Deep South in the heat of summer remains as well, as April Fool’s approaches.  Add the successful banker email to it, along with the dream of Baku, and you have some intrigue as you roll into 40.

Where do these things ever end, but back at similar beginnings, only ever older?

That’s a thought for a day where the Ahab dream is officially dead.  But not at a price that makes you too jealous, and after the MFA choice was made.  That news should come soon after the administrative snafu, and it feels the correct choice of the two.  The Brier Island remains an older man’s escape plan, for now you have a chance to fulfill a goal that suits you.  It must just be seized with effort - efforts that should begin now.

Write the Shakespeare and Company story.  Write the Stauffer story.  Those two should keep you busy to start.  Then figure out (Berat) what’s next...