Day Off

Saturday.

We are gradually rising from the Slough of Despond that has been engulfing Bogsville over the past two weeks but the effort has left us totally boggered. As a result I am seeking tranquility in jazz land.

Now I saw in my dream that, just as they had ended this talk, they drew near to a very miry slough that was in the midst of the plain; and they being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was "Despond." Here, therefore, they wallowed for a time, being grievously bedaubed with the dirt; and CHRISTIAN, because of the burden that was on his back, began to sink in the mire.
The Pilgrim's Progress - John Bunyan (1628 - 1688)