This morning

As this is a blog I might as well jump into discussing the placid, the halcyon, the downright vapid. I'm up this morning listening to soundtracks from the James Bond movies, "All Time High" by Rita Coolidge from Octopussy, and "Moonraker" by somebody else. But now I shift to The Who. Today was supposed to be gym, laundry and then the bar admissions class. I think gym is going to have to be jettisoned to the evening. Last night was my first serious bout of getting completely lost in this city. I walked north from a birthday party for a good while until I was sure I was getting lost. I eventually found my way back by fixing on the needle, i.e. the CN Tower, as my point of reference. It's nice to have one gargantuan landmark like that. Perhaps I should study astronomy so I can find my way home every time. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps is a word rebounding in my head like Rafael Nadal's match-winning tennis ball. Two of my horses, Roger Federer and the West Indies in their test series against England, lost. Pity. Genereally inconsequential.
In other news, Facebook has lost its allure for me- something that is to the genereal approval of Generallissimo Oscar, who also set about lecturing me on the general pragmatism one needs to have in one's dealings with people. Somehow that isn't me- but it better be.

I close with a quote from Joseph Konrad:

but I remember I preferred the soldier to the philosopher at the time; a preference which life has only confirmed. One was a man, and the other was either more--or less. However, they are both dead, and Mrs. Beard is dead, and youth, strength, genius, thoughts, achievements, simple hearts--all dies. . . . No matter.

And now, Bananarama has started playing on my iTunes playlist. This is a sign. It is time to leave the house to do laundry.