Tough Nut To Crack
Where has the time gone? It's nearly Monday all over again. That nasty bump on the head when I misjudged the doorway Saturday morning before sunrise might have done it, warped spacetime just a bit. Also left a rather large cut across my eyebrow.
I've just started reading Steven Hawking's The Universe in a Nutshell, which perhaps will help in answering a few nagging questions concerning relative motion stuck in my still slightly sore head. Perhaps I might also find my way through a wormhole back to Saturday morning and somehow get myself to avoid the whole incident.
Watched Down With Love last night, not wanting to think too deeply; a good old-fashioned romantic comedy, though the twist at the end kind of threw me a bit. Set in the sixties, a time revealed to me only through second hand experience, I wonder what thoughts I might have had, had I lived through that age as a New York magazine writer. The shape of time, problems with the twins paradox, special relativity and faster than light rotation of a distant star as I spin in my office chair.
Knowledge in a constant fight for existence. My head hurts; too many neurones knocked about. Off to dreamland.
Barbara & Catcher