Listening to: Songs from Ally McBeal
Reading: Ransom Julie Garwood
Weather: 40’s sunny, cold!
Trivia:What happens when galaxies collide?
The collision of two galaxies takes hundreds of millions of years. Galaxies do not actually crash into each other, because they are mostly empty space. Instead, they pass through each other, becoming distorted by gravitational interactions. Even though colliding galaxies may contain hundreds of billions of stars, very few stars collide with each other or even come close, because the stars are so far apart relative to their size. But planets orbiting those stars might be tossed into new orbits by the gravity of passing stars. As galaxies pass through each other, the gases they contain can heat up and collapse, forming "starburst" areas rich with bright new star systems. Colliding galaxies may merge into one larger galaxy, or pass completely through each other.
Cool word: coriaceous [adj. kor-ee-AY-shus]
If something is coriaceous then it is leathery or has a tough, leathery texture. Example: "The old man squinted out to sea, and a frown creased his coriaceous forehead." Nowadays, this word is seldom used in ordinary speech, but a web search reveals hundreds of pages where the word is used as a technical term describing plant leaves, fungi, or other natural phenomena. Like many such technical terms, it's from Latin.
The root is corium (leather), which also gave us these words:
cuirass [n. kwih-RAS]: armor to protect the chest
excoriate [v. ik-SKOR-ee-ayt]: tear or scrape off the skin; strongly
censure or denounce
Friday but Monday
Having a day off was great, but it really made Friday feel like Monday.
I’m confused enough, so this can really throw me off. I had all sorts of plans to get paperwork completed, but seem to think I’m super woman, and set this enormous goal, but barely made a dent.
I can’t figure out when it’s going to get finished, as the chances of getting things done this weekend are really slim. I’m sure things for the show will be taking over my life. I know for a fact that Sunday is a lost cause. I need to be at the hall for ten a.m. and won’t get home till well after seven p.m., I’m sure. By then I’ll be ready to collapse.
I also have to do something about this pit of an apartment.
It’s out of control. Again.
Why is this not a surprise?
I ended up going over to my parent’s house for pizza last night. My sister-in-law is in Florida on a shopping jaunt with a couple of her friends, so Roc is being Mr. Mom. My mother had them over for pizza, so I went as well. I hadn’t planned to do that, but when she called and left a message it had one of those "I’ll-be-totally-hurt-and-insulted-if-you-say-no-because-you-never-come-over-when-I-invite-you" feels to it.
The kids were being really good. I think it’s my sister-in-law that brings out the whiners in them. None of that happened last night.
Matilda was all wound up. Which is not unusual. She was talking a mile a minute and is totally insulted that Keith has a part in the show and not her because she can do it better! She kept demonstrating that she knew all the lines, and could do them too. Keith is working on perfecting a British accent.
I love that these kids got my show-biz side.
Of course it’s killing the rest of the family.
So the plan for the rest of the evening is to try to stay awake during Iron Chef (which is iffy right now, considering how tired I am), and to see if I can go through some of the mail that’s stacked up so I can get a head start on the weekend.
I bet I fall asleep on the couch.
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