Best laid plans

An interesting, unusual to my memory, fall, autumn we are having. Raw chill, windy with rain, early morning thick fog lying over the Gulf of Mexico due East in front of us here and, a mile or so in the opposite direction, just slightly north of due West and in plain sight from this seventeenth floor, the same fog lying thick and white over West Bay. Breathtaking and beautiful it is, disturbingly so when mood and the day are colorless, gray and dank.



It does not have to be so. From this west end of Panama City Beach, today we intend to venture back Across the Bridge into town, StAndrews, battered paradise where enter our still Do Not Enter Under Containment 7H in company with a contractor representative, to retrieve a few essentials, legal documents, thence business and return to exile, purgatory being too harsh a condemnation of such a lovely holding cell, as in Temporary Quarters, not my plan for this Time just beyond 83 and moving on, not my plan, but my calendar. 

20181115, Thursday, November 15, 2018. What's on your calendar - - pray it's agape: love, kindness, thoughtfulness, generosity, consideration. Nothing else matters.


Above: 20181115 0837CST: fog given way to mist RSF&PTL
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