Crunch Time

Crunch, as some might see it, is what lies between croissants and lunch. The week ahead, however, will show what lies between the sons of the wyvern and the daughters of the laurel. We all hope for the best, and there is great hope that Wisdom (or Sophia, as the Greeks named her) will prevail.

Yet there are always the derailments of the deranged to worry about. Who knows if some old nag will break down and need to be turned to glue? Who knows if some madness will catch fire and turn dry tinder to blazing ash?

The best thing to do is commit all things to the eternal hands, the mighty rock, the almighty. And that is what we will do for the days ahead.