She who binds herself to a joy does the wingéd life destroy / but she who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity’s sunrise. (William Blake)

In other words, don’t get your knickers in a wad when things go wrong. (Paraphrased.)

Having been told that the Book of Kells exhibit at Trinity College Dublin was a Must See, I bought a ticket several weeks ago. 

The bad news was that my flight from Gatwick to Dublin today was delayed for 90 minutes and I missed my window. The good news was that my seat on the plane, which quickly turned into a big can of hot air, was right by the open cabin door. 
You know: the idea that we can control things is just codswallop. (Now that I am in the UK I am going to start talking like that.) You make your plans and do your best. Or, to quote Crash Davis, you play it one game at a time and, good Lord willing, things will work out. 

It’s raining in Dublin, I just ate fish and chips at historic Beshoff Brothers (thanks for the wifi, BB) and I have scoped out a pub for traditional music. 

I am kissing the joy as it flies.