If this is August, it must be Gule

It's Lammastide; what can I tell you?

I should have baked bread, but there's a loaf pretty much untouched already. So I'm cooking pork ribs in salsa verde, and I'll make tortillas.

It's a quarterday; I should be paying debts. Mostly I've been slacking off. I slept! Which is the first time in a long time, so I've been repaying my overdrawn body, perhaps. Also breathing, paying the oxygen debt.

We went to the SETI lecture, Cliff and I. We learned about geophysics with antineutrinos, which was pleasingly "actually almost nobody knows anything and all of this may be entirely wrong, but we think..." It is rather delightfully odd how we can know so much about the constituent elements of great stars far away, and so little about the interior of our own wee planet.

We had lunch at Chef Chu's afterwards, and talked about Hawkwind inter alia, and I had to come home and internet before I could supply my half of the conversation, about how my mate Chris is playing with this iteration of the former band because of that connection. I forget names, and handwavium is sometimes not at all useful.

And now m'wife is home, and I should see about her dinner. Oh, how burdensome.