The Wherewithal

Best of luck and all.  We'll see, looking forward at what we can never see while ignoring behind us what is always clear.  Better not to dwell to much on that though.
And Autumn is proving uniquely chilling, in a glorious red-yellow way.  Apple cider, cocoa, Nog is flowing.  Oh happy day; happy season.  

And while courage is not lacking, it certainly requires some grace in execution.  But that is trivial, seems trivial, should be trivial, may be trivial to what is smushed in perspective down the converging road, perhaps.
Minds are blown, Prime'd and set off.  Halloween and the littlest slivers of the anarchist inside begin to show.  Appeasement again probably.
Just glad to be here, there is a grandeur in beginning the end of something.  However uncertain the 'next' may be.  Merry meet and merry part again.