Staying
up on Sunday seems to have kick-started my insomnia back into life. I’ve had
about five and a half hours sleep in the past three nights so I feel spaced out
and have a bad headache. On the plus side – I’ve spent lots more time with Mathew
than I normally do (as he has been awake too) and I’ve got lots of reading done.
Philippa bought me ‘The Martian’ by Andy Weir for Christmas and I’ve blasted
through it in less than 48 hours. My God, it’s good. Like a strange cross
between “The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole” and a Technical Manual from the Space
Shuttle. My inner geeky Science nerd was virtually wet with delight at all the botany/chemistry/astrophysics/etc.
The research alone must have taken him a decade. Mind you – Wikipedia tells me
his father is an accelerator physicist and his mother an electrical engineer, so
that probably helped.
Elsewhere…
It was Chinese New Year yesterday. We are now in the Year of the Pig, which is
the animal sign I was born under. It’s my year baby!! I intend to celebrate by
having a Chinese takeaway tonight (assuming they’re back at work after their
New Year parties) and then having bacon sandwiches for breakfast in the
morning. What’s the point of being a pig if you can’t eat like your namesake
and be cannibalistic at the same time? Those born as Pigs are said to be caring,
obliging and chivalrous, and often when first met they will come across as ‘too
good to be true.’ Not sure any of that applies to me, but hey ho. My lucky
flower is the lily, apparently, and I should avoid the number 4. Hmmm.
I seem
to have dipped into Wikipedia a lot during the writing of today’s blog, but it’s
not getting a co-credit as a writer. That’s
how obliging I am.
RC 6-2-19
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