Life? Don’t talk to me about life

It’s good to see the end of this week.

Monday was okay, apart from having to try to sleep early because I had to get up early. I’m not good at either of those things, which resulted in me getting about two hours of sleep on Monday night.

It’s a kind of paranoia – I know I’m really very good at sleeping through alarm clocks so I can’t get to sleep for wondering if I’ll wake up in time.

Anyway, early Tuesday I drove CStM to the airport so she could go back to Denmark to visit family.  We had to go earlier than really necessary because the easiest route was closed for road resurfacing. We had to go the long way round.

Seemed okay, everything went normally until about midday. The flight was cancelled. CStM has no UK phone so I didn’t know anything was amiss until I checked in on Twitter.

Oh they didn’t cancel right away, that would be too easy. They cancelled it when it was in the air. So off I went to the airport again to fetch CStM back. The next flight was of course the next day. So, another early start. Five hours sleep this time, a bit better.

Wednesday morning brought thick fog to add to the darkness. Just to make it more interesting. A rare stroke of luck meant the closed road was open but it was slow going anyway. We made it to the airport in time – before sunrise – and the plane was delayed by two hours. Sigh.

Eventually CStM made it to Denmark (after even more delay) and I spent the next two nights (and most of the next two days) catching up on sleep.

Then a good friend of mine died. He was a lot older than me, a brilliant scientist and  one blessed with that rare gift – diplomacy. He could put science into layman’s terms and he could talk to non-scientists in business meetings without accidentally saying ‘idiot’ aloud.

A great loss to science but as a mutual friend said, he would not have liked being an invalid. He’d had a major stoke before he succumbed.

Also, not having CStM here means nobody prods me and says ‘oi, go to bed’ when I crash out on the sofa.

A non productive week. Mostly catching up on sleep.

I’ve missed a lot of easy news targets…

13 thoughts on “Life? Don’t talk to me about life

  1. “I’m really very good at sleeping through alarm clocks so I can’t get to sleep for wondering if I’ll wake up in time.”

    Like me, but I usually drop off ……….. just b4 the alarm wakes the neighbourhood.

    “We made it to the airport in time – before sunrise” Or as we southerners say “In time for elevenses” 😀

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  2. …he could talk to non-scientists in business meetings without accidentally saying ‘idiot’ aloud.

    This is a real struggle, I find. A skill that has to be constantly honed and practised.

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    • To be honest, talking to our management here without saying “idiot” or one of the several common synonyms is getting increasingly difficult. We are, you see, being managed by fad.

      Not by the fad of the moment, but by the fad of the moment of three to four years ago. Therefore we know what the outcome of the fad of the (moment-3 years) will be; to whit we know precisely how it will fail, yet the muppets in charge seemingly do not.

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  3. My condolences on your loss. At least you know he did not suffer the indignity and pain of a miserable invalid existence in a “care” home.

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