"Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens"

Back from a Toronto conference to an unproductive few days, staring out the window and writing lengthy letters en francais a Paris (I never learn). But just as the lethargy threatens to overwhelm, along comes another T.F.I. to right the good ship again. A curling fundraiser all afternoon, hopefully parlayed into the beginnings of an evening at Stayner's. I owe an Irish girl a drink for her timely theft of the Fat Ballerina. And from there...

KING HENRY IV
O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea! and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.

(2 King Henry IV - III i)

'Tis true. I so love wondering what might happen next...