Cold and sunny. Our high was 37F, after a nightly low of 28F.
I have asked the Mensa organizer for another week before I give them a definite "yes" or "no" about appearing in mid February. Mostly paleo' work today, but I've got to find some way to do equal amounts of both that and fiction, because bills have to be paid, but, at the same time, I spent too much energy getting these opportunities in science back to allow them to simply slip through my fingers because I am tired and unwell.
A question I asked today on Facebook: Let's pretend the Horror Clown even knows where Greenland is, okay? You gotta wonder, has anyone bothered to tell him it's one of the few places on earth where a certain fast-food restaurant cannot be found?
Of course, the truth of Trump's bizarre interest in Greenland and enmity towards Denmark likely rests not only in Elon Musk's drooling over the subcontinent's wealth of available rare earth elements (yttrium, neodymium, scandium, and dysprosium), but in some attempt to break NATO, and...you know what, I don't want to think about it just now. It's too fucked up; we're in for a lot of that.
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And Peter Yarrow, singer-songwriter and founding member of the trio Peter, Paul and Mary, has died at 86. Peter, Paul, and Mary were an extremely early musical infatuation of mine. When I was three or four, I knew all the lyrics to "Puff the Magic Dragon." The song was written by Yarrow and released in 1963, the year before I was born.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:53 p.m.