We are both in such a mood tonight, Tosha. But yes. It is something. Maybe enough. Won't know until we get there.

I have been reading Sophocles again, and thinking about Antigone, and impossible choices of loyalty and love. But also about the bit at the end of the first play that goes

That is why we wait to see the final day,
Not calling anybody happy who is mortal
Until he has passed the last milestone without calamity.

We can't tell what matters until it's over, ever. How it all adds up or doesn't. Who remembers us and why.

Looking at this, I think I should apply myself to a bottle of beer and some stars. It might do me some good.