I’m back. After 24+ hours of sleeplessness, a day spent stranded at LaGuardia, and a manic return trip, I’m back. Five hours’ sleep and back to the office. I’ve quoted Tyler Tervooren previously when he said: “I’ve never come home from a trip feeling anything less than a better, stronger person.” If by better and stronger he means “punchy and addlepated,” I’m in.
2016 is a long way off. I’ll be sixty years old. My adorable great niece Abby will be eight years old. So will my car. Brazil will host the summer Olympics. We’ll have a Presidential election when Obama’s second term ends.
By the end of 2016, I will live in Cape Breton.
Stay tuned. I believe it’s gonna be a wild ride.