The Work

Efforts to finalize Part I of the book proving rewarding yet challenging in equal measure, enjoyable and humbling.  Realization in going back through the old journals about how much of the story is not really being told, trying to compartmentalize and make sense of it when the truth is so much more rambling and all over the place.

Nice night with the Zim folks yesterday, happy beer drinking and smoking Mama, felled by the Anderson estates.  AA continuing a fine run of sleeping and daycare form.  As we hide out in the back corner of Cabin Coffee and plot the future, still.

It's a way I have of keeping occupied.

So no London in March, but the set-up is there for a return in June if Arsenal can navigate their way through six games into the Champions League Final.  Pourquoi pas.  Much Ado at the Globe and Player Kings with Sir Ian on the Friday.  CL buildup and win, hangover recovery and off Sunday night.  Total time gone from Zambia?  Friday, Saturday, Sunday.  Make it so.

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