While not everything today is functioning as it should, neither is the inconvenience overly disturbing. It is no doubt just another of those trifling matters requiring routine maintenance. I’ll deal with it on Monday next when the office opens for the business week. I’ve sent an email requesting an appointment. The rest however is unequivocally ideal – the winding corridors of tree lined country roads, blue sky with mountains of white clouds, the river a majestic shiny blue, the air breezy, dry and cool.

The instant I emerged from the subterranean garage earlier this morning, the windows down, headed along my customary trajectory, Madama Butterfly echoing my substance and spiritual incorporeality, I was comfortably adjusted to the modest wayfaring. At Neat Café in Burnstown, Renfrew County, I sat in the sunshine on the end of a greying wooden picnic table, staring into the fathomless sky, munching my Breakfast Cookie, sipping an invigorating quad espresso. The place was stirring with Saturday morning conversation.  Young children bouncing alongside determined parents.

Meanwhile we engaged ourselves with the marina (and our beloved county friends) for an upcoming nautical outing on nearby White Lake. This small adventure represents for me a significant accomplishment.  It hearkens back a year or more when we first undertook a similar expedition – though then without the benefit of Proof of Competency from the National Boating Safety School; that is, the Pleasure Craft Operator Card. I am so proud of that cogency. It is my vicarious maritime legitimacy.