I've had lunch in the University eating place today (Mensa? Canteen? Commons? Refectory? So many names for one and the same thing). I've not eaten there for a long time, but today I was there at the right time, and hungry, so I had half a plate of vegetarian Curry with lots of vegetables and Tofu (soy bean curd?).
I soon realized I probably have a food allergy, because I haven't felt this sick for exactly the same time that I haven't eaten at the Mensa. Whatever it is they put in their food, it disagrees vehemently with my stomach. So instead of the planned afternoon in the library, I was forced to head home a lot sooner than I had expected. It will be some time until I eat anything there again, with the possible exception of salads.
The cat's currently on my writing desk, hunting the mouse pointer and making a mess of my typing. I'm going to shoo him off by taking a picture, he doesn't really like the flash. And here's the culprit himself, taken two minutes ago at time of writing:
He's now lying on my bed, looking innocently asleep.
Work on the PhD is progressing, even though it is as usual not going as fast as I would like on the one hand, and on the other hand not going fast enough because I am always letting myself be distracted, or rather, distracting myself.
Finally, a strange thing happened to me last night. I was watching LotR:FotR again, first disc, with the commentary by the actors, and then the writing team, relaxing and doing my knitting, when all of a sudden I realized that I was actually fast asleep with my eyes open while still knitting
. It is not the first time I have fallen asleep watching TV, but this time it felt as if most of my brain was asleep, while a tiny part was awake, keeping my eyes open and moving my hands, counting the rows so I could add stitches as required. Now, if I could only write in my sleep as well...