A Thousand Years

Hard getting motivated these days.  The temptation to remain in quarantine mode is bordering on extreme, as Year 2 of the pandemic rolls on.  

But, as ever, signs of life... Hamlet rebooking for November leads to the Cherry Orchard, and ideas.  Plus news from the Globe should drop this week.  Wonderful to imagine being back on the Thames, and with the real love at long last for introductions.

News out of Zambia, a young new James is born.  Lots of love flowing to and from Batoka, and the purchase of Misty proves crucial in the wife’s quality of life.  The auto-trader searches leading to her Halifax lover H(a)-RV(ey)?  It feels right in the way that these things must.  Monday will show.

Oh, how much of the 2021 trajectory hinges on this TRV.  So much easier to do everything once she is here and people can see.  Thus the walk to 35 Lakecrest in the snow and setting sun for a special request I meant to deliver last week.  This could be the one, having discounted the possibility of other May travels this evening.  The hotel Q just doesn’t make sense, unless it is for transit from Lusaka at the first of May.

So much time pondering this in-between time.  Oh thy will be done this time, please.  The Tim Horton’s song following of the title was a nice touch...