The only rule I have while this entire move takes place and I attempt to get myself to Mexico is the following:
#1. There must be a 'happy hour' during the day.
#1. The friend with whom I am staying must join me for 'happy hour'.
#1. Champagne must be consumed during 'happy hour'.
#1. 'Happy hour' will commence promptly at 5:00 pm each afternoon.
#1. Somewhere in the world it is 5:00 pm.
I am making my way through this mad maze. The light at the end of the tunnel has not yet appeared to my vision. I can smell light coming just as I can smell the rain. My nose is twitching. Over and out!