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Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows
I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

....Y'know, I've been trying to distill the weekend down into words for most of four days now... (yes, I compose LJ entries in my head as I walk around during the day)... but there's just too much.

So.

I guess the best way to encapsulate it is this: I'm on the right track, here. It will be hell for a little while, and there will be dissenters. But the fact remains that I'm where I need to be.

Now, it's just a matter of getting my shit together enough to get Home.