Through Life's Dark Maze...

Hello again - long time.  Safe home from the forests of the Rock, after the boat tour success and 2500km or so of safe driving.  We now look ahead to the moment of departure freely changed, and how it might align with the timing of the PR portal.  How next week's UK green list announcement might impact plans for the NLD and Southwest Path.  How the remainder of 2021 will unfold work-wise.  What decisions might yet be made on the housing front next Spring.  If there will be a BFP the second...

No one knows tomorrow, we sing, but also note the random sundial inscriptions that tomorrow never comes.  A lifetime passes with swift foot.  Haste! oh Haste! Thou sluggard, Haste! The present is already past.  Swift runs ye tyme, This dial face doth show, Ye hours are few, That ye shall pass below.  And best of all from the epigrams of Martial: "You tell me Postumus, that you will live tomorrow; you always say tomorrow, Postumus.  Tell me, Postumus, when will that tomorrow arrive?  How far is that tomorrow off?  Where is it? or where is it to be found?  Is it hidden among the Parthians and Armenians?  That tomorrow already counts up as many years as those of Priam or Nestor.  For how much, tell me, may that tomorrow be bought?  You will lie tomorrow: even today is too late to begin to live.  He is the wise man, Postumus, who lived yesterday."

Ah, the brevity of life.  The incomprehensibility.  The lesson of David and Bathsheba, in the shade of a tree randomly encountered yesterday.  Coop's return to the Emirates today.  Dinners with family and friends, pizza-making and butter chicken and Lagavulin Guinness.  Potential job applications and PEI visit.  Before the Scottish Play, Wanderers, and then, well, we shall see.  For now it is moments from Arsenal v. Chelsea, in anticipation of another round of dealing with stray comments about bathroom smells.  Oh how navigating this mystery of joint living remains a mystery.

Still, I would not change it.  Come on you Gunners.