Extolling the science of deduction
Oh, the joys of summer, when money can melt away under the merciless sunshine. Seriously. If you happen to be rich enough to have some (as in, greater than one) of the new plastic currency in your wallet, keep things cool. Or accept that your cash might mash.
Just watched an episode of yet another Sherlock Holmes series, this time thanks to the BeeB. Not bad. I can accept modern (as in, my time period). After all, deduction is timeless. The nature of the main man is a little too close to House for comfort, but the premise is OK. I’m waiting for the sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll; music was seriously lacking in earlier attempts, with the exception of the violin.
I decided to take a vacation visit to my local flea market, forgetting the niggling fact that Wednesday is not the new Saturday. Pretty empty, except for the hardware shop and the guy that sells cheap DVD heaps. In and out without spending a dime. The trip gave me a chance to learn that the new car does a wonderful countdown of remaining gasoline as a factor of distance, until it counts. Then you get a mundane alarm just like other autos. I was wanting accuracy, as in ‘you have .05 Km of remaining range… purchase petrol now’. In recognition that travel time is nigh, the price has jumped seven cents overnight, to a greedy $1.33 per litre. Wonder how high things can go in the next few weeks.
Back to dogsitting. Two dogs are dynamic.
