O Harv, why are you gazing upward? Has something of yours ascended to the heavens? (He replies) “O King, can you not see that my Helium Balloon of Happiness has floated away?”

Just as well, for more often he is seen gazing downward, a pair of binoculars in his sweaty hands, peeping into the windows of the attractive and uninhibited neighbor lady, she of the clothing-optional household and the open blinds.

Yesterday he dropped the binoculars and they smashed into pieces on the sidewalk, hence his sorrow. Or is it perhaps something else that perturbs him? Stay tuned …