Diary: This Day
Sweden has been hot the last week, far too hot for a country with floor heating and hot water-warmed towel hangers but no AC. All I want to do right now is to sit and lubricate my inside and outside while I hum Juifs errants de Norwège, dites-moi la neige, anciens exilés chers, dites-moi la mer to a catchy little tune until we take the boat out to the Stockholm archipelago, but since I didn't write the words (Arthur did, who stopped writing at my age when I am just about starting) and you can't hear the melody it probably doesn't count as a post, so I'll just hammer down some little ditty of my own, short enough for a scorching day and maybe suitable for beach contemplation, until it's time to go:
This day we share today is of a most peculiar kind:
Eternity in front of it, eternity behind.