Good morning, one and all, and welcome to the down slope of the week. Tomorrow is Friday, we’re still here (presumably, if nothing has gone haywire overnight), and we must travel the roads set before us. Well that, or just wander off into the brambles, but it’s hard to get a cheeseburger that way.

Stop for a minute, get your bearing, and say hello to the neighborhood. And may the paths we cross not be overladen with entanglements.