it's reputed that the rotor thrust is not their fruit.

Saturday: After several days of lying around the house doing nothing of any consequence, I felt the need to get outside and do some wandering in the wondrously windy weather, so I walked a bit, hopped onto public transportation, and went to another suburb for a while. First, I made the mistake of eating some fairly mediocre food court Chinese food, which mistake was all the more silly considering that there were some decent ethnic restaurants within walking distance. But I made up for that bad idea by following it up with the good idea of wandering into a used bookstore, where I bought two books I knew I wanted to have around (I'd read them before) for nice, low prices. The good idea seemed less good when I realized that I, um, already owned a copy of one of the books in question and had it sitting happily here on the shelves in my room, but at least the price wasn't too bad.

Another good idea on Saturday: Going to a little Thai grocery and buying various foodstuffs. Got my fill of sesame-covered crispy anchovy snacks, and I now know that I never need to buy Ivy brand rosella juice again (too sweet). Came home very tired, but feeling somewhat accomplished.

Sunday: Sunshine! Felt considerably more energetic than I had Saturday, so instead of relying on bus or Metro, I stayed closer to home but did much more walking (nearly four miles). Checked out various places where new business spaces have sprung up, enjoying (if that's the word) that special new-building smell.

Monday: Beautiful, unseasonably warm weather. Was more tired than I had been on Sunday, but still got a couple miles of walking in. Fell down on the way home, though, managing to do a bit of rather unsightly damage to (of all things) my left thumb. Came home, set my groceries down, and had my landlord & a housemate oohing and aahing (or ewwing) over the delightful raw-hamburger look that so fascinates people. I wonder when the fingernail will grow back?

Tuesday: Got good news and bad news. Spent most of the day in bed, either sleeping or reading. Walked something like three miles and did some grocery shopping, though, and my timing was perfect--skies were dark grey and threatening while I was outside, but the local downpour began and ended while I was in the bakery section trying to decide if this would be a good day to buy a piece of chocolate cake (answer: yes). And now I leave you with this silly quiz result:

I am: Gregory Benford A master literary stylist who is also a working scientist.

Which science fiction writer are you?

"The real Greg Benford once took this quiz, and it told him he was Arthur C. Clarke."