In which we finally meet L, survive a harrowing few days and breathe a little as the Calvary arrives...
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In which a NOT milestone birthday comes and goes without much ado...
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In which the Universe seems insistent on making me a better man, against my will, a third time of asking.
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In which I finally move to the end of the world...
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In which the BBC World Service takes me down memory lane, a semblance of a functional routine begins to appear and I decide on what to do about this…
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In which I anticipate the freedom to breathe hot air...
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In which migrating my contacts between phones reminds me of all the people I'm still holding on to in various ways.
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In which the flies and sand storms return, and the sense of the beginning of the end lingers..
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In which I drag myself back here to clear the cobwebs and to begin again, for the umpteenth time
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In which an odd holiday season comes and goes and the reality of work is strangely comforting...
In which I muse on the preponderance of cats, the ubiquity of masks and meeting W, one of the good things that COVID brought my way...
In which I somehow end up surviving (in my gilded prison) for a hundred days and counting...