1) This morning’s Back Story in the Times (at the end of the Thursday briefing) was about the Ig Nobel Prizes, at it brought me back to the days when the Igs were still at ye Instytytte and I was on its Board of Governors. That’s how I got to meet Russell Johnson from Gilligan’s Island.
2) Four consecutive weekends away from home have played havoc with my routines. I am really looking forward to spending Saturday in my home.
2a) But only Saturday. Sunday I have to work a memorial service.
3) Depression can lead you many places, and I’m afraid last night it led me to dinner at ye Cyrrie Nytion, with the best damn bacon macaroni and cheese ever. AND chocolate cake. Significant cardiac event in two years and counting . . .