I feel as if I've got a real Herculian task before me; as if all is not well and it's like I've gotta do something. The past few days have been spent just talking, drinking and people gossiping, asking me questions about what I'm going to do next year. And it sucks. Not because their asking me, but because I really don't have an answer for them. I wish I knew what to do, I wish that I could give some fantastic answer but I can't. Or perhaps because I won't allow myself to.


I want to just get on with the tasks, rather than try and decide something that is months and months away. I want politics to not be part of this, I want merit and skill to be the deciding factors. Einstein remarked that Physics was easier than Politics. I think he was correct. Yet we roll on, so to speak. I must be the change I want to see in the world. Repeat. Night.