Against Gravity word count: 7,350. Also including a bucketload
of research on futurism websites about future biochemical
warfare, USA crop patterns, stuff like that. It's going to take
a good bit more research yet to get my future history about
right.  I'm definitely having one of those off days. Walking
around Glasgow city centre with icy freezing rain soaking both
me and MJ for about six hours did not help. But we made it for
the usual Saturday night at Hubbards and talked about the usual
Saturday night things. But when I woke up today ... we both
slept in until the middle of the afternoon ... I felt like shit.
Crumbly and grey. I'm having a bath in a minute because that'll
make me feel better. My eczema (which I've had since I was a
baby, and thank the Gods is not nearly as chronic as it was when
I was younger) was also acting up, probably in response to the
constant soaking and temperature changes.  After I've had a
bath, I'll be fine. That's my mantra for today. MJ is off to
visit Jim and use his washing