Purple Haze
Not much to say tonight, time caught up with me a little again; it’s remarkable how that can happen in current circumstances, but there we are .
Yay for metaphors
A couple of updates on past posts. I read an interesting article in The Atlantic today, which will be part of what I was going to write tonight but haven’t put together properly yet. Metaphor watchers will be delighted to learn that in it I learned that Covid-19 is stealthier than flu.
More metaphor
On the subject of food (see 22 March), there was another piece in the morning’s Guardian looking at food supply chain issues. It made similar points to those previously linked to, but expanded on them. I like fruit at breakfast, but most of the fruit I eat is imported and, by its nature, perishable, so the issues are supply chain, supply chain and supply chain. I’m still thinking about it.
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Purple Haze, all around
Why have I called this post Purple Haze? Because interesting times call for interesting departures; I let Lindsay dye the ends of my hair purple. UFO fans might think this was in partial tribute to Lt. Ellis.
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Back on the exercise bike again today and another 10% added to the time cycling, to 23.5 minutes (the end of the Roxy Music track on my playlist). It all felt good to me. Now I just need to work out how, and how far, to increase the resistance, and when to do that. I had a good walk this evening too. The lighting in the mist wasn’t spooky tonight, but the sound of owls in the woods as I walked passed added a certain something to the atmosphere.
All well otherwise, though sleeping was peculiar again last night.
You might think the obvious music for tonight would be Jimi Hendrix or Prince, but a process of lateral thought brings me let my purple freak flag fly to this:
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