Thanks, Iceland!

I forgive you your financial recklessness – for two blissful days of glorious blue skies with nary a contrail in sight. Normally, I can count between about 10 and 20 by 7:30 in the morning, but today – nothing but blue, blue, blue. I can begin to imagine how much nicer the world must have been in my early childhood when air travel was something for the rich.

Long may the Eyjafjallajökull glacier continue to cause steamy explosions and send more ash our way from the so-far innominate volcano.

And if you want the sound track to accompany this vision of azure, here is Mr Blue Sky by ELO.