"Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy."

"Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;Like one that stands upon a promontory,And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way..."

Oh as I sat here, 5:49 left in the 4th quarter, the worst first 3 quarters of football that Coughlin has ever seen with 5 turnovers, but somehow still in the game with some amazing work from the WR corps and three salsa dances thus far...  3 and out this time, but hopefully Eli gets one more chance.

It would really top off a marvelous day - woke up fully rested after the Moscow trip, wooden gallery piece in hand, to the Armoury to pick up the Ozil jersey, and then a lovely day by the Thames watching Henry VI, parts one, two, and three at the Globe.  Some time on Millenium Bridge and around St. Paul's.  A pint at the Anchor, G&T for the final act, and a Guinness while Coop and I finalize the bidding on World Cup tickets.

"And I will see what physic the tavern affords."

Alas.  Almost the perfect script, but Eli was off and our backup running back is in.  Poor play call, and how unlucky can you get with 6 turnovers?  Damn it.  We've had our share of luck though, so tough to complain.

Time to fall asleep for two hours or so before Tim wakes me up at 7ish.  One final thought to end on, and hammer home.  The need to get yourself in fighting, traveling shape - especially if Kili remains in the cards.  As it should.  Fall asleep, and dream of that far-off shore, and what you must do to sunder any obstacles that keep you from it...  Begin again here.