The mountains are topped with clouds this morning giving the feeling of a low ceiling, of being trapped beneath the sky, a prisoner for the time being. No doubt the sun will gradually beam and burst this darkly bubble for it is still summer and children need a few more days to lie fallow before pouring themselves back into the mold of desks and codes. My children will rise in an hour or so and ask me if we’re doing anything today and I will say no and their eyes will revel with delight for I, the god of their world, have graciously pardoned them to bask in the tedious agony one more day. A little wine is good for the flesh and such is true. I further declare a little sloth is good for the spirit.