Arsenal just lost to United and I feel like shit.
It really gets to me. Worst each time. Hate it. Both the feeling and the loss.

Other than that it’s been a week of meetings I guess.
Not the work kind but the person to person time; the encounters, the good kind.

On Friday I re-connected with a friend I hadn’t spoken to in five years.
On Saturday Camilla and I went to Mr. Brandts birthday beer drinking hang. Nice and mellow around the kitchen table with beer’s and nuts.
Today we all, Camilla, The Boo and I, have been to my ‘grand nieces’ first birthday party.
All very good.

Not much else going on.
School, I guess.

Have a thought about how we value life, and how we give the loss of the same life, in two different, hypothetical, ways different value (on a scale) even though the result is the same; the life is lost.
Do not know if my thought is a blow to consequentialism or to the hypocrisy that then can be ‘moral man’.
Maybe I’ll share that with you one day.
Maybe not.

Who cares.
Arsenal lost…