With the End more plainly approaching day by day I have accordingly heightened my resolve to consume all of what remains with gusto. It is annoying to awaken daily to perpetual neuropathy and spinal decay; but once the handful of pills kicks into gear - and the excessively black coffee is drunk - I am enabled at least to pretend to function normally. My innate haughtiness permits me to ignore the slurs of the amateur physicians. There continues to insinuate our regular custom those worthy habits of bicycling, the golf club for breakfast, driving the car (and washing it naturally), dedication to raw vegetables, fresh fruit and salmon, minimal shopping, and - until today when our patience expired with a local "mom and pop" establishment - manis and pedis.
I very much doubt that I shall succeed to crystallize all the annoyances of life but there is no question that several of the lingering contaminants from the previous six months have been met. Some have been rectified and settled; others are en route to determination. Nothing currently remains entirely uncertain - though certainly more is planned for the month of August.
Nonetheless the disruption is at an end. We have as well the glory of the Atlantic Ocean to anticipate - and perhaps a singular reunification with a very old friend. As a form of pathetic fallacy the weather has suddenly ignited a summer season. After all the rain we've endured, everything is beyond verdant and healthful. Our fervour is reflected in the recently discovered trails along the abandoned railway line crossing the local Townships of Beckwith, Ramsay and Pakenham.