24 hours to Flip Board Schedules on Heads

The Day of the Dead, and how fortunes change.  It seemed almost impossible to imagine everything coming together on the work front, then on the drive home from Peggys we call William Blake to find out about a delay in the GRA submission to allow for a restful Halloween, and then... to top it off... after a lovely few hours with Mr. AA at the car maintenance while Mama celebrates a graduation, in comes the Board's witness to postpone tomorrow's hearing as well.  Who would have imagined it, except your lovely wife, who looks out for you and has a charm and depth of wisdom of which there is no doubting.

Bottle #1 has gone down nicely, as you realize the World Cup is 20 days away, and your flights begin in less than 36 hours, and the year leading into it has just been exceptional.  So many moments and memories to look back on.  How to pause and revel in each.  And in the ones to come.  To let them drag.  That must be the goal of the next few weeks.  Paternity time would have been excellent, but maybe the way is to time it with the time M needs to restart the career?  It will be a long road but you cannot doubt her in the least.  She will find her way.  

Shocking to see both of these processes morph to a schedule that will just about work, and allow for a more seamless and coordinated departure.  Might even get the neighbour on the scaffolding to get the job done?  All remains to be seen and nothing, nothing impossible.  

I find I'm so excited.  Of all the trips.  This one.  I mean, it will have everything.  Sit back and relax.  The smiles and giggles of this little guy are out of this world.  To bring him back to where it began, twice over, is exactly in keeping with what was destined to be done, but earthshaking all the same.

Near escapes and yet clear sailings.  The future ahead, and a 1961 bottle as well.  Roll on.  It keeps getting better.