Secret Spey

Glorious night - the sail, the Scotch, the Horsepower headache.  Good conversation with the old guys, and enjoyable nectars.  Big Jay McNeeley to end it, along with some enjoyable texting across the seas.

So long since Dan Ackroyd, since Latvia, since the accusation of coke in the bathroom.  Time flows.  At last it is time for the overdue teeth cleaning.  Blood on the gums ahead.

The Future of Another Timeline proved an immensely enjoyable read.  All the different ways.  I still see next August as the path forward, Visas and vaccines all that stand in the way.  Surely.

PS.  "Long term destruction"  O in C7, etc.  The jargon is intense, the inflammation concerns intensifying.  Bodies falling apart in middle age, as Clarke finds as well.  Numbness in Wayne Kirk's hands.  The randomness of those encounters.  Nick failing to make the Black Tot Redux.  Who would want to hang around too long and overstay the welcome.  But for love of others, I guess.  Appointment set for the return post-Zambia.  Oh my.