In which, gentle reader, we once again find me contemplating my navel. To clarify, this is a somewhat archaic way of saying I'm entertaining philosophical thoughts about my existence.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the funds I've been seeking to finance a protracted trip through the hinterlands did not mysteriously appear overnight. Well, no one said it would be easy. But perhaps there is some light at the end of the tunnel. Tomorrow I'm scheduled to meet with a man who allegedly has $40,000,000 in the bank.
Granted, the meeting concerns his possible investment in a company I represent - a company that may just possibly have the solution to our planet's need for a source of non-polluting, renewable energy. And wouldn't that be nice?
However, I'm hoping that a few crumbs fall my way. Perhaps he will be intrigued by my plans for more or less running away for a month, although nothing about his circumstances suggests that I should expect him to fell sympatico with the concept of escaping the work-a-day world. Still, one can dream.
And so it goes... (I mean that figuratively, of course, as at present I'm not going anywhere in a literal sense.)
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