Approaching a fortnight in these Humble Quarters. Still negotiating the transition, of course. Lower entropy to higher entropy, and considerable difficulty to the lack of actual, present physical danger and exertion. Biblical difficulty, survived by the same means. Gave half of the 24 to sleep for the first week, and now am arcing back to the proper five or six.
Hopefully, will be back at full power and function in order to listen in on the Bayreuth opening cycle at month's end with a bit of vino and the local soft cheese. And the mountains are just sitting there, waiting to be walked up.
In one of Neal Stephenson's novels, a ship leaving port is sunk -- unsurprising, as entering and leaving port were the two most perilous times in old sea journeys. But the reason was that it was carrying a cargo of mercury, and the boxes were of a certain length, which caused the periodicity of the waves in the individual crates to break up the ship.
Many's the slip from cup to lip. In addition to keeping an eye on everything, keep an eye on each individual thing. Onward.