Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

A professor is one who talks in someone else's sleep

In the nightmare of the dark - All the dogs of Europe bark, And the living nations wait, Each sequestered in its hate

We are due in Bristol. Hopefully the jinx has run its course.

It takes about 48 hours to run its course, so we'll probably have a few more missing (Thursday), too. But, better this week than next. It's just something you have to deal with.