The juggernaut has rolled us out-of-the-way.

I’m nearly so used to the sound of helicopters, it will be most odd when they depart.

The weather has been superb. Putting up the most appropriate protest by pissing down on the entire five ring bling shenanigans. It enamours me even more to the weather, if that were conceivable. Enforced optimism cannot push its way into the clouds. Praise be for that.

The sirens are wailing as I type this, undoubtably delivering some dignitary up to a late night snack.