2012 — 27 January: Friday
Happy birthday, Big Bro.1 Since it's already after midnight, I shall retire lest I not be fresh as a daisy for another walk. Looks and feels as if it's going to be rather chilly. Meanwhile, having now polished off the six seasons I have of "Bones", what shall I watch next, I wonder?
G'night.
I won't assess...
... the degree of daisiness before the initial cuppa, but I'm certainly in good time for an earlier-than-usual rendezvous (we expect the weather to deteriorate as the afternoon wears on — it is mid-winter, after all).
There's a thoughtful piece here on "Grief — the great universal". I must say, both the piece, and many of the comments it's attracted, rang very true with my experience. As it happens, the music on BBC Radio 3 fit perfectly yet I somehow mentally tuned it out completely while I was reading. Interesting. [Pause] Right. Time for a bite to eat and to pack a lunch. It's rapidly approaching 8 o'clock.
Now that the sun is finally peeking over a neighbour's roof, perhaps the temperature outside will rise above freezing. That would certainly be nicer.
I think, given the current way I reserve my use of Chrome for my Google mail account, and my Firefox web browser (with NoScript and AdBlock) for all my Interwebby stuff, I'm relatively unaffected by the forthcoming change in Google's privacy policy. I accept that Google (and doubtless other, more shadowy, entities) already scan all my emails in any case, and I just ignore the various ads that appear. Watch this space.
Somewhat later
Having done our 8.7 miles in and around Upham under a mostly cloudless blue sky, I drove home into dark clouds and a few splats of wet stuff on the windscreen. I've now finished off my packed lunch, and am listening to the Kermode and Mayo filmic chatter with a cuppa while the laundry launders before I pop over to Roger and Eileen for... another cuppa.
I casually gave Brian a couple of book tips and, since he found an ex-library copy of one of them (not the Kerekes, which he tells me has become rare and rather collectable since I bought my copy — who knew?) ...
... the upshot is I may get a lift to a bookshop I didn't know about in Soton tomorrow. Quite close to October Books, too. Haven't been there since early 2007 while Christa shopped in the Portswood Waitrose. Very cool. As for my next viewing... I may try that "John from Cincinnati" HBO TV series as Mike was telling me today that he, too, picked up a copy. I hadn't yet found the round tuit I needed. But not before a pre-suppa cuppa. It's 22:28 and feels as if it's gone cold out there again.