Midnight Reflexions

It's midnitght.
At 277 Elm (45N78W)
Curling season just finished with loss in 3rd game of annual Men's Industrial spiel (I've over 20 consecutive of them under my belt.)
It is, he says, Ed's last came with the Barristers.
Sad really, but we've had plenty of warning, which is the most you can expect.

By tuyping this little intro I lost the main thought, brief as it was.
Gone.
Trying to recall it but all the while typing.

It was a curmudgeonly thought, as I recall.
Rather cynical.
But with the potential to be humourous.

Oh yeah,.
I think it had to do with having everything I want.
I got it all.
As much, in any respect, as I ought to have.

Oh yeah, here's the slogan that occurred to me.

I'm a species kind of guy.
Not so much a Canadian.
Or an Ontarian.
Or a Sudburian.
Or a Northerner.
Or of European ancestory. (Gaelish or Gaulleish or a mix).
Or should those 'Or-s' be 'Nor-s'., save for the last.

That's who I'm pulling for.
Leastwise in the short run.
I'm pulling for good ol' Homo Sapiens.

With a longer run view that a new, improved species will eventually emerge,
at which point I'll be pulling for that new species

That's my job.
Or my 'raison d'etre'.
My grand purpose in life.
To ensure we Progress.
And with certainty, the conventional wisdom about Progress,
on an evolutionary time scale,
involves  a preferred species.