I missed going to listen to Jane Goodall talk today and I am very sad about that. However, the reason I missed the talk was because I was suffering crippling, vomit-inducing pain. So it became less of a case of “I paid $25 to go to this and I’m damn well going!” and more like, “Why am I paying $25 to torture myself?”
So I came home and snuggled up with a hot water bottle and listened to one of her TED talks instead.
Also – everyone I mentioned to that I was going to this event gave me a funny look and kindly, gently, informed me that Jane Goodall is dead. I bit back a deadpan reply about reanimated corpses and the zombie apocalypse every time, and I am very proud of myself for that. I instead explained that they were probably confusing her with Dian Fossey.
I did visit the public library before I gave up on my plans for the day. I was excited to find a graphic novel biography of Richard Feynman, a physicist and besides which, an interesting person. I’m also reading “Euclid’s Window”. It is a very accessible and fascinating account of the history, science, and mathematics of geometry – so I feel the books complement each other well.
My other goal is to finish reading the latter book this weekend. That has not quite eventuated as planned, but at least I tidied my room.
Well, it was tidy for an hour. If I can lower my standards on what ‘tidiness’ is, then I could call it tidy now.