Lovely to chat yesterday. All is well here - I'm free from the roboboot but still limping and about to start physiotherapy at my old haunt down the road, so fingers and gammy ankles crossed.
I was able to provide moral and tech support to Gaby as she "qualified" for her masters at PUC on Friday morning, following a two-hour grilling from a man on Skype and the handing out of nibbles. And despite the rain setting in over the weekend I struck out to watch Blade Runner 2049 in head-explodingly loud IMAX 3D, which was some kind of something (have completely forgotten the actual plot already, but twas amazing to gawp at for three hours), followed by pizza at Graça di Napolli with Gaby and her grandma, in a dress rehearsal for Italy later this year.
Yesterday morning it was back to work, but not before Valente systematically dismantled a giant Black Witch moth that had somehow flown in through the netting outside, until we put it out of its misery and spent a good half-hour cleaning up its mortal remains. Pretty intense stuff.
I've made a rather moody, synthy compilation - play it while looking at this still of Harrison Ford accidentally punching Ryan Gosling, and occasionally blasting a Hans Zimmer airhorn, and you'll have the full Blade Runner 2049 experience from the comfort of your own home. And my phrase of the week is shorthand for individuals with a few screws missing, a reference to the tarja preta (black stripe/band) on the side of controlled, prescription-only meds.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to...
Bye!
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