2011 — 11 February: Friday
Suddenly1 it's 01:16 and it occurs to me maybe I should get some sleep. There was a ghastly (or typical) scare story on one of the world's most commonly-accessed English language websites just yesterday about a correlation between lack of sleep and an increased risk of heart attacks. So it must be true.
Pity, as a) I'm not tired, and b) I'm only half way through watching...
I'm not surprised it was cancelled mid-way through transmission — it's utterly delightful. It's reminding me of an updated "Don Camillo" with plentiful twists. It's been playing the gay card, the Mafia card, the alcohol card, the "pot" card, the prescription drugs card, the under-age sex card, the race card, the Alzheimer's card, and the Episcopalian card with extra added bonking bishops. And golf. Great stuff. G'night.
Having just laid in...
... a minor-league treat for my afternoon visitors, I can turn my focus back on to some breakfast and (amazingly) my first cuppa of the day. I didn't realise I could survive so long without one but as it's already 10:38 it seems I'm not quite as addicted as I thought. It's grey and wet out there, and Waitrose has an influx of locusts at this time, but the Bach is now soothing my one remaining nerve.
I see the fluoride fascists are at it again, though I do not recall voting for this:
I use the stuff in my toothpaste, which I don't swallow. Isn't that enough?
Printed, just for me!
As I mentioned, having re-watched the delightful "Doc Hollywood" last Sunday evening I ordered the book of medical memories on which it had been based. It was printed (on demand) four days ago in Milton Keynes. How cool is that?
It brightened up a bit, but has greyed out again in time for a spot of lunch. It's 13:09 and the radio news is as dreary as this weather. Never mind; there's a chance of snow next week. That'll be nice.
Lumberjack v Accountant
I mentioned I was now sticking to the Wilkins Micawber principle of domestic economy. To that end, I recently even equipped myself with a copy of the Home Accountz program,2 and I've been slowly transferring the data from my haphazard pile of receipts3 into it. But I've also been browsing my OpenOffice.org tutorial magazine and I can see the potential usefulness of the "DataPilot" facility within the "Calc" spreadsheet component.
The last time I had any use for a spreadsheet in my "real" life was in 2006 when I did some basic pension-related "What-ifs?" to work out the long term implications of tax-free commutation options.
Right. Lunch. [Pause] If you can believe what you find on the greater Interweb, we have the great Turkish war of 1683 to thank for the croissant. The locusts had already removed all these earlier this morning, by the way. (Source.)
Norovirus has...
... struck at dear Mama's care-home. They've just called me to let me know they've been "closed" and have to remain so until 48 hours without further victims. Basically, "please don't visit". It turns out dM is one of the victims, mildly. KBO.
Scottish Power has...
... struck at my home. They've just called me (for, I think, the sixth time) to "check some details" which turns out to be a code phrase meaning "please reconsider your decision to switch". I stayed calm, and I've now been promised this will indeed be the last I hear from them. Do I believe this? No, not really.
It's now 18:09, my (three) visitors have all departed, and (following a light supper) methinks I shall soon be polishing off the remainder of the Book of Daniel.
In between pondering the info here.