The weekend approaches and I think of old Melville's line: "There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke."

Saturday mornings have that quality. The whole week's urgency dissolves and you realise most of it was theatre. The ocean doesn't care what day it is. Neither do the whales.

Post your notes. Stack your sats. Let the relays carry what they will. The universe is laughing either way.