under another sun

Having expected Brian not to come back from the vet yesterday and feeling very sad about it, having him back is a bit like living with a ghost, but one that continues to get under your feet in the kitchen. Seeing him fitting yesterday was traumatic. But there he is living another of his nine lives, and we are able to rumple his head still and he is hanging out like nothing happened.  The Covid rolls boringly on. During the pandemic, I bought a blood oxygen meter. It works by sticking your finger into a gadget. Lorraine wanted to use it this morning, and she was quite low, we did it again after she got up and it was fine. She has been feeling occasionally breathless. After she did it again, I tried and was a bit low, then switched fingers and the score improved. The last thing I need is a new way to be hyper vigilant.    I read Seven Brief Lessons on Physics , by Carlo Rovelli, which I found interesting. Finger on the pulse as ever,  I have some faint grasp on the th...

A good morning's writing, despite the wifi being rather than looking up things quickly on the internet.  I am reading an amazing book at the moment called The Order of Time , by a physicist called Carlo Rovelli. He writes beautifully, even poetically, and is unafraid to use metaphor to make developments in the understanding of time graspable. I am finding my mind blown by some of the concepts in there, that have been common knowledge in science circles, even though I have to read it chapter at a time.  In the afternoon Lorraine having returned from rhyme time, and then eating pies with her mum and dad in the Church Lane tea room. We went next door to have a cup of tea and some nice chocolate and ginger biscuits with Jim and Joy, we sat in the garden and had a nice chat. We really like our neighbours, and Jim is an avid reader so I gave him copy of the Mariscat Sampler.   However after about an hour the area of concern  detected raindrops pinging off my scalp and we c...