A whole week to relax in the warm bath of good feelings that are washing over me as a result of our good start to the season. A whole week to enjoy the soothing lotions, the fragrant scents, the gentle talcum powders of contentment that I found in Mrs JimmyG2's side of the bathroom cabinet.
A whole week to ponder how far we could go: to calculate whether we would prefer to meet Barcelona or Man.Utd. in next year's Champions' League final; to google the employment regulations to see if football managers are affected by the compulsory retirement legislation. And nothing to interrupt the dream.
By the time we play again Dawson, King and Gomes might be fully recovered with the advantage of having nothing between us and Bolton at the Reebok to disrupt our training. Just Harry and the lads buoyed up by their latest five goal haul practicing their celebration routines.
This is a luxury we have not had in the last few seasons and might convince those who are missing their European nights that not quite making the Europa is working to our advantage and may pay bigger dividends in the long run. Everyone is taking us seriously including ourselves. We know that they are all waiting for us to blow it but we can ignore them for another few days at least.
The games against Chelsea and Man. Utd were a clear indication of our place in the scheme of things and perhaps we were fortunate to catch Liverpool cold but if the Top Four can take points off each other our season will be decided at places like the Reebok not at The Emirates. A two points per game average will take us perilously close to Champions' League and we've got a whole week to snuggle down under the duvet of happiness.( I'm out of the bath now ). Even a draw next weekend will maintain that average.
How long will it last? Are we heading for a fall? Who killed Cock Robin? Nobody knows but there are no signs of it yet. Of course it was 'only Burnley' and if their equalizer had been allowed it might have all been different. But it wasn't and it didn't and all football matches are like that.
Suppose Defoe had taken the early chance against Chelsea or the penalty had been given against Carvalho what might have happened? We don't know, but we are where we are and they say the table doesn't lie and it says we are in fourth place, equal on points with Liverpool and Man. City.
We've had serious injury problems and three of the top four in our opening six matches. We have shot the rapids successfully and are paddling serenely in the relative calm of the backwaters of the Premiership towards our next white water experience at Arsenal. ( I'm out from under the duvet now).
I still have a very good feeling about the team dating from last March when I first spotted the green shoots of recovery and we started our rise under Harry. There was an element of whistling in the dark at that time when relegation was higher on the agenda than Europe but now I'm singing in the sunshine and the hills are alive with the sound of hat-tricks and five goal victories.
Of course I know its only September, that your only as good as your next game, that Pride Cometh before a Fall, but I'm still enjoying it and quite right too. Come in the water's lovely.