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Thu Mar 8 09:13:38 EST 2018
Slept from eleven-something to eight-fifteen (slept through my alarm). Woke briefly around three-thirty.
High of thirty-two today. Up to two inches of snow.
Work:
- Grab fresh password database
Done.
- Work on MECS
Done.
Twenty-five minute walk at lunch.
No accumulation on the ground, but snowy and gray sky.
Home:
- Go to bed early
Done.
Chatted with mom for few minutes.
E-scow regatta:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iO_44Zrz1M
For future reference, here's my current/old glasses prescription.
I'm probably due for a new eye exam.
| PD | 63 |||
----------:|:-----:|:-----:|:---:|
| (SPH) | (CYL) | Axis
-----------|-------|-------|-----
OD - Right | -6.25 | -0.6 | 80.0
OS - Left | -4.25 | -0.5 | 75.0
https://www.theintelligencer.com/entertainment/article/Book-World-Agatha-Christie-s-life-rivaled-the-12735983.php
> An insightful quotation by P.G. Wodehouse, in a 1969 letter to Christie, offers a further clue. "I don't find it spoils an Agatha Christie a bit 'knowing the end,'" he wrote, "because the characters are so interesting." As much as Christie's fame rests on her fiendish plotting, what girds their iron-cast base are the people who populate her stories. Poirot's little gray cells. Miss Marple's near-omniscient observations. The wants, needs, desires and grievances of incidental players and possible suspects.
> When one wants, one is capable of murder. That's what Agatha Christie knew. That's what she wrote about so well. That's why we still read her - and always will.
Watched the last couple episodes of Star Trek: Discovery.
Pretty good.
Rather free-wheeling by Star Trek standards.
Plays with identity a lot.
Lunch: coffee, Mediterranean bowl with grape leaves
Dinner: left-over Chinese
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