I had a surprisingly good
night's sleep, and woke with a rather painful nose. Perhaps the
internal bruising is now coming out? The bruising is coming out on my
left hand. I've no idea what that is all about; there is a theory
that is is from the drip that was put in, but that drip was taken out
a week ago, and was somewhere else on my hand.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for a little walk. We only went
down the road as far as the dentist and back via Bond Road, but it
was enough to then have him curl up and sleep until 2pm. He had
seemed to be getting better, but he's been really subdued over this
last day or so. I hope he's not sickening for something. Mind you
with me being under the weather it's probably as well not to have him
climbing the walls.
I spent the morning
ironing shirts whilst watching a film I'd recorded. "The
Station Agent" was a very gentle story about a lonely
dwarf who inherited a shack in the arse-end of nowhere and made
friends with two other losers. Re-reading that description hardly
makes anyone want to watch the film, but it's actually quite a fair
summary of the film. I rather liked it.
With shirts ironed I then
put the finishing touches to my Wheri-project and sent it for
publication. And I then looked at a puzzle which has had me foxed
for a while, stepped my brain up a gear or two, did something
which was frankly obvious, and had a solution in less than five
minutes. I've now solved all the puzzles for this Saturday's
geo-walk.
As my dog snored I made
myself some toast for a spot of lunch. He came out of his bed, looked
at a crust, then took himself off to bed again. As I scoffed my lunch
I watched more of the lectures of this week's installment of my
Coursera course. Today we talked about the formation of the early
solar system. And we took great pains to say "formation"
and not "creation".
Having completed this
week's lectures I did the test, and got ninety seven per cent. I was
rather pleased about that.
The Rear Admiral came to
call, and he made off with over a hundred quid's worth of astro-dosh.
And then after a rather good bit of tea we all went round to the
Chrisery. Insults were bandied (as is usual) and then we
watched the first episode of the new series "The Flash".
It rather falls at the first hurdle by trying to use real science to
explain the impossible when its idea of real science is rudely
wrought claptrap. But if you can get past the mental image of Sheldon
Cooper (Big Bang Theory) in a red leotard shouting "Zoom!
Zoom!" the show might have promise...
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