Nine Feet Underground

So much for that experiment.  No alarm. Woke up between  half-past six and seven anyway, but at least I didn't wake at five, or thereabouts. You will be pleased to know (OK, you may not be, but I am) I am back to my normal sunny (?) self after yesterday's descent into the doldrums.   I'm going for another change - having a protein-based breakfast rather than carbs.  Supposedly I should feel less hungry. We will see. Late morning I had a call from a friend with an aircraft identification challenge.  Not only that but he had two friends from the gliding club to witness my downfall.  Nothing like a challenge to get the brain cell going. (The plane in question was the  PZL M-15 Belphegor , a plane that's probably never been seen outside Poland, certainly not outside Eastern Europe. I'm sure some people would recognise it, but not many I'd wager.) I've completed a wide range of exercises this morning, including over thirty minutes of brisk walking...

I probably won't have time to write much today, but I will see what I get time to do. Apart from noticing a couple of USAF B-52s that flew over this part of the world from Spain to somewhere off the coast of Norway, not a lot worth mentioning.  On their return journey to Spain, one of the B-52s flew over Manchester while the other flew directly over here, but as both were at 28,000 feet and it was cloudy, I didn't get to see them. Work is now complete, Q is home and I'm getting ready for 'Ulysses For All' and tonight's discussion of the 'Hades' episode. The guest speaker is Dr. Pat Callan  whose talk focused on Glasnevin Cemetery (where the episode is partially set) and Irish traditions around funerals. Again I learned a lot which adds colour and depth to the reading. Two hours passed very quickly and after some conversation with Q, it was that time again. Jungle / 'Good Times / Problemz' / (Single) [[]]