You can tell it's now August: the days are overcast and muggy, humid and sweaty. In the evenings it rains, bringing the breath of fresh air we so desperately need. There was even a thunderstorm last night, though not big enough to satisfy my desires. I love thunderstorms.
The other way you can tell it's August is that everyone is on holiday. Thus SHIP took the opportunity to repaint the office. Half of it's pastel yellow, half of it's pastely blue. It's like sitting in a sherbet factory. Makes an improvement on the dirty cream with blu-tak smudges which it was before though.
The cheek is slowly healing. I can chew a small amount of things now, though I still have to be careful not to catch the bar with my teeth. The lump inside has gone, though the yellow bruise hasn't. The bar is ringed by a purple circle, so I suspect it's going to try to scar. It's producing quite a lot of gunk, which I inevitably pull off, but which tugs at the piercing more, so I don't think it's a good long term idea.
I looked for things to do in Sheffield, as I'm going to visit
Tom and
Cinnamon there next weekend, but have found very little. It may be a quiet few days.
The book which Thom sent me,
Scepticism Inc got me thinking. It's essentially a novel illustrating the argument that when 50 million people die of starvation every year, sitting around arguing whose god is better, when there's no undeniable evidence for God, is rather ... sick. It was a good, funny read, and like all the best books, it made me think and question things. I did have a long blog entry I wanted to write about it all, but I've forgotten it now. That's what sleep can do, unfortunately. I'll just say that I recommend it.
Finally, the
Natural Death Organisation works to provide alternative, eco-friendly funerals and burials and seem to be doing Very Good Things.
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