The future is so unpredictable! Why I even contemplate the future is itself beyond my reckoning. Its pursuit, in the end, is as comical as a dog chasing its own tail; viz., at best going in circles. Yet giving it up to chance, serendipity or fortuity is an unattractive objective, an outright speculation. It is for this reason that I marvel at the outcome of the day’s adventures – unforeseen, irreligious, yet as often as not, moderately stimulating, informative and flavourful.

The after-taste of yesterday’s confused social agenda was initially quelled by the decision to break the fast at the golf club this morning following our brief scheduled (but unrelated) interlude with the hospital’s Pharmacist Mariem Eldihimy, BSCPhm, CDE. The breakfast outing was a captivating enterprise we haven’t lately regularly repeated because of the limiting scope of our dietary medicine. Naturally we succumbed to the traditional ignominy of an unfinished plate – an achievement I attribute not only to longstanding social behaviour but also to the capacity for sharing when required to hide the evidence. I did however unhesitatingly observe upon our departure from the club that my days of the “big breakfast” of any description are now but a vulgar overture. The proof is that – apart from my customary afternoon dish of apple sauce and yoghurt – I haven’t the appetite for anything further. The former value of a good cigar or a reddened bowl did not escape me.

More acutely we rallied with the people behind yesterday’s encouragement. In our midday congregation at the apartment we enthused about the burgeoning relationship among young lovers, discussing obliquely the associated legal imperatives and the thinly veiled familial details of historic interest and penetration.

Never one to allow myself to be dissuaded by less than adhesive paradigms, I charted today’s journey across open seas with a keen eye upon the horizon, maintaining my equilibrium and foresight.