Chronicles of Narnia...? Not.

Well, here we all are. At the moment, 'all' happens just to be me on a Saturday morning, one of sixteen million others in Karachi, Pakistan. A comfortable 68 degrees outside and the birds of prey hover menacingly.
I wonder what my lovely ball of fire is doing at the moment. She's from America, you know, so whatever she's doing, wrinkles will appear in the fabric of the Universe, rippling outwards and rocking small, unstable spacecraft. Oh. Me? I teach physics and mathematics, the music of the spheres, the subversion of Galileo and the existence and awesomely intimate abilities of God to look after, husband, prune and harvest the creation it took him all of 144 hours to stitch together. Stay with me. Push through the furs. You might find the scenery interesting. Where we go from here in the diary depends on Ruach ha-Kodesh...