100 Anos, Reposado

2020.

Can you believe it?

When even 2000 seemed a dream? Ahead by a century...

To think of the start of this decade, loan still outstanding, just back from 6 months on the road. No closer to answers and yet ready for it.  Or so, you/I thought.  Mostly right, in the end, actually.  People don't change. You didn't. Time just has its influences, its impact. Age. The meats in our youth, right Will?

Who could have predicted Antarctica would have led to Zambia? And here now, in Isla Mujeres, Sol Caribe (Yo!) where the computer clock shows 1/1/2020, but it is still 2019 for another half-hour. She is the girl, so weird to be sure, and happy about it.  Sure and happy not even the words.  Just...

All about is destiny.

It is written. Time travel time. The arrow of your bootstraps.

The only way to explain (?) 

Topped off by a nice email received from "First Person" a few hours ago, as you were editing biomass contracts from a Mexican balcony.

Ha. 

HA!