And today begins... (at 1330hrs!?)

From a random opening of Elliot's Wasteland (& other poems)... This from the IVth of Ash Wednesday:

But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down

Redeem the time, redeem the dream

the token of the word unheard, unspoken

Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew

And after this our exile

A promising day. Hope to work on my fitness. If only I can hold on to that thought!