Waiting for a Wind.

It might have been noticed that this blog has been both erratic and trivial of late. That’s because I’m preoccupied with matters which can’t go in here. I’m waiting for something that might prove more illusory than Beckett’s Godot, but when it comes to achieving desired outcomes (a phrase much beloved of those pedantic sadists who compose funding applications) I’ve found that waiting usually works better than creating.

If chance would have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.

Macbeth failed to heed his own advice, and look what happened to him.