It is really fun to have lived so long. I find that I have so many reference points when I need to think about something that the thinking itself, even though it keeps me awake at night, is really enjoyable. And as I have mentioned before, I firmly believe in my mind’s ability to find serendipity. So I’m re-reading the Sheep Look Up and I see now how depressing the outcome of that novel is. But luckily I happened to also be reading Micheal Crichton’s State of Fear.
The Sheep are us Pogo