24 december

as all of the bags are being packed, all of the weeds are being whacked: we'd better start again. the strands are unwound and i've found that there is no sense in repeating the same plans for the same meeting (can't say an agenda will lend you much more credibility than the preponderance of inevitability adding up to tip the scales to save the whales that live in the house that jack built) and it's simple enough to point out the coming drought once it's already here but i told you so and you ought to know - by now i think it's clear - nerves in the kitchen and i'm heading out the door: stir your stew more carefully but don't think that i want a taste