Late at the lab, home for a quick disinfect and then out to Smoky-Drinky. Big sample load next week so there'll be no recreation next weekend. Hence I am late this evening. There are some very interesting tips in Email which I will look at tomorrow when I am less tired and less chilled. It was an evening heavily dominated by the Glenmorangie, with that wonderful thermocline of blue smoke that was once a feature of certain pubs in the days before Puritanism took hold.
For tonight, all I have to say is that both the Big Yin and Angryteen have quit blogging for serious real-life reasons. They will be missed. If you have time, call over and say goodbye to both.
I can't stop writing. I don't know how.
I suppose it's another of those 'addictions' we hear so much about. Never mind, there'll be a Righteous along any minute to tell me about a writing patch I can wear, or writing support groups where we snap pencils and shred blank sheets of paper all day. Anyone reading is exposed to second-hand writing and will suffer terrible afflictions such as thoughts, ideas and imagination.
Then they'll deal with the terrible addiction to thinking that afflicts so many...