The Elements of Self-Improvement

Scavenging through the offices late into the night, after a drop-off from Inch and AJG at the Purdy's dock.  The email came into Ives, report that coulda, shoulda, woulda been done over the weekend (but not) due by noon and so send by 9AM please.  So why not some coffee and some trolling through the halls at this late hour.  MacDougall offering up a sausage night on the very last one in Halifax, almost perfectly, if you are trying to show how long you are here before the Moncton/Zanzibar escapades.  Essential travel indeed. 

And it should work.  And why not?  And Van would agree to chase it.  Maybe Joe would too.  Little letters of thanks from GG make it to the bulletin board of some, but I prefer the evaluations of old that question the drinking.  As the stolen 10th copy of the titular book from Sue Fraser's office admonishes.  Do not.  Be ware.  Heh. 

You own a boat that floats below the office building, and how and for what.  The hour is 1:11, and if you could only write this last bit up in the next hour, I would take the rest, motor back to the cove, and arise to the sun as you send.

But we have no food and we have no time nor rest.  Just finish this review.  Save.  Sleep.  Send as per the request in the morning, return the boat, eat, sleep again.  Soon it will be just a week before the insanity plan is initiated.  Yes.  Yes.

Yes.

Yes.