179(b)

Day one of waiting, and not even a work day so no chance of anything happening.  And yet.  Will it be seen as enough?  The visas and stamps and Willard and Protacial and Misty.  Thought about a return to the Drakensburgs or to Cape Town to accompany, three years from the meeting night after all, but that seems to have just been a fun way to run out ahead of yourself.  Save the additional $5000 that might cost, and put it toward a car and the Mush-a-Mush quarantine?  It seems the makings of a plan.

This day of nothing, eating scraps from the freezer, finding new shows to stream, the only hassle the recharging of the phone, as garbage and dirty clothes pile up around.  There are things to be done, to work on before M. arrives, if prayers and positive vibes so allow.  Trust the process, he says, on the eve of Spurs in an empty stadium.  Maybe the Europa run could be watched from here?  Semi-finals are April 29 and May 6, should you find yourself surprisingly together with access to a television.  Or is this wifi portable to the cottage?  It just might be.  Let’s let things line up in the proper way.  

Please.  Just clear that hurdle, I beg of thee.