Fiver

That day again.  Double-booked, wearing a suit on the express bus into the city from Cole Harbour.  Time catches us all, and puts us on paths not of our own making.  The MFA is back in person as well, and strangely not so much in the mood for it as in the days gone.  The focus just on the writing, the words.  How to get them out, get them down.  Edit and rearrange later.  Bird by bird.

Much hanging over the head with #2 on the way, but tasks slowly getting accomplished.  Ready for the summer off the dock and a routine in advance of the second and last birthing day.  The naming seems in place, still reeling from the loss of Benny C.  The 9th must be played, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.

Let’s get through this hearing first.  Back in the old Toad room, new Chair, new Board Counsel, wedding suit and ring on.  19 years since the Ship, and in some ways it does feel every day that long.  New mentality.  New mind.