"Duh-duh-duh-duhhhn...

...Brace yourself -- housekeeping notes!"

Still makes me laugh every time I think of Sarah Kennedy saying that. As an intro to a Paul Gambaccini trail... All because Neilo suggested I defect to Radio 2 from Nemone that morning.

Anyway, housekeeping is probably a good, if abstract, way to describe the weekend just passed. Saturday was all about going to the gym, getting a haircut, de-scruffing the house a bit, and then seeing what else presented itself. Which, it turns out, was a brief visit from Paul and some middlin TV programmes. Friday was the first major outing to a pub on the booze-free sojourn. Was good to catch up with JPD, but time does drag a little in the pub when you're soberer than everyone else. How do non-drinkers cope??

We'd been joined by Jumper on the way back and watched the Lucie on Stardate. Good to see she's enjoying it, anyway. And fair play to the Huygens people for getting a probe half-way across the solar system. Very exciting stuff if you're an astro-geek like meself. After that, a drunken suggestion by Herself to watch a movie, which I suggested should be Fight Club. After some rooting around through the wires to accomodate the fact it was on VHS, I watched the first half, interspersed with chat. Then made my excuses and departed for the night.

How healthy did I feel, getting up at 9:30 to go the Spectrum! Answer: not very. I actually felt a bit woozy from not having eaten very much the previous day (you'd never be able to tell I'm trying to lose weight, would you?), but didn't seem to stop me from powering through the session like a mad thing. Fact: when I exercise, I lose my appetite. Until a wee while afterwards, at least...

Sunday? Well, Herself tried to prod me into going to this Little Earth thing (at least, I think that's what it was called), but I declined, on account of wanting nothing to do with other humans and their schedules. So I faffed around, read the Times, and watched the first four episodes of Band of Brothers. It's the simple things...

(Footnote: today was a complete waste. Meeting tomorrow. Don't want to speak to people about anything. Just want to do this paper. Which I didn't do today at all. Just procrastinated and made some lightcurves. Repeat to impending end of career...)