Now two days of boring paperwork (a long overdue book review and an ethics application) and it is back to the thinking trough.
I saw '127 Hours' last night. Because it is only opening here now, the guy whose life the movie is based on, Aron Ralston, was doing a Q and A at the theatre last night, along with his dad. Amazing what people can survive. Really good movie, by the way - it kind of shoots 'True Grit' down, because the story behind 127 Hours IS true grit.
And today I'm having lunch with a woman whose breast cancer recurred last year, just as she was finishing her master's thesis. She was depressed for a while (and I feel guilty for not keeping in touch with her), but now she is feeling better both physically and mentally and wants to do a PhD. She's over 60.
How can I whinge, when I meet these people?