Cloudy But Surely

Well, I don't feel drunk but I have been filling in lunches, dinners and evening snacks with beers and things usually left dormant by choice. Morty has returned and we have been spending time catching up and planning somewhat adventurous times ahead. Amongst the paperwork we have stopped here and there to relax in taverns, pubs and conversations de la merry-go-round. Comfortable chumming whilst churning down fluids and counter-lunches. Now I know it seems (in my narrative) like we're a couple of swilling bar-flies however, one must remember how much this black duck usually drinks... NOTHING! So even though it's been no more than 3 beers here, 2 things there, I have been living in a cloud, peeking through to a future with which I am living it up in New York, whistling through the Nevada desert in my underwear, behind the wheel of an RV at full speed on the wrong side of the road, living like kings in the heart of Mexico and struggling to breathe (witnessing epic sights coupled with fits of altitude sickness) amongst the ancient ruins of Machu Picchu. Ahh good times seem so evident; beginning to breach the cusp of my horizon.