“Red sky at night

shepherds delight.” There exists an awfully unromantic explanation of the phrase but despite everything it has relevance for me. This was taken last night in the parking lot of the salt mine where I work and today is glorious – hot as hades – but sunny with blue skies.

You will notice that I have been reduced to musing about the weather – a sure sign of complete neurological overload. A week that would be best buried with all other ills in pandoras box yet continues to roam free spreading mayhem like the Black Death. One yearns – even more than usual – for the weekend.