Last night I dreamt I was in some kind of fight club: "I know I'll never be a hard man, but could I buy myself say thirty seconds if something bad did happen?". Strange as I follow a path of non-violence.

Then I was writing up work on evolution for a school teacher to look at (rejected at first by a journal).

Then this: a grain of sand drops off a Martian cliff once every 100 years - heard 100 miles away - ruined by terraforming.

Take care and don't get into too many scrapes!