Pal is going to look at pillows. I'm going to try to resist buying furniture. Even though one of these days I really would like to make the living room into a different living room. I'm stupid in that department, though. I really am.
I have some gift unwrapping to do still, of a never-delivered sort, put off and put off and now criminey is it twelfth night, or just close? Fess has been eating at the ribbon on one of those, urging me on. Perhaps tonight.
The website for Stud. Appl. Math. doesn't go back to 1973. Thus it's in a sort of pre-history that this David Benney character wrote about something referred to now as a kind of hierarchy. We don't have access to Web of Science, or I could verify it there.
I got a Dr. Pepper this afternoon and poured half of it, bubblingly, into a glass with ice. I've been sipping on it. That first sip was somethin'. I can see how a drug store could present a freshly-mixed Coke and have it fit in the for-what-ails-ya air of the place. Even without the coca.