Floods

Why 'flood' isn't pronounced like 'food' with an 'L' was unclear to me so I etymology dictionaried it. It is derived from the old English 'flod'. A mass of water, sea or wave.

With numerous Sydney harbours worth of water charging down the Brisbane river towards us I am contemplating whether to go to the gym. I have a sneaky medical trial that I'm doing before commencing the new job and I've been instructed not to partake in strenuous activity 7 days before dosing. Another directive said 'no new/unaccustomed strenuous activity', so I'll go with that one. The reason is that physical activity can result in increased liver enzyme production - possibly for lipolysis or other metabolic function - and this drug affects liver enzyme levels so they want a clean slate for a baseline reading. It's an antimalarial, not unlike doxycycline I suspect, as it has photosensitivity side effects.

Rain easing slightly so I might make my dash for the gym now, if only just to escape from spending the entire day in our 40sq metres of unit.

Land ahoy!

Maintenance

A recent trip to the dentist evoked that most boring of life's necessities - maintenance. Nothing too wrong with the teeth, just needs thorough consistent maintenance so that my genetically likely gum problems do not eventuate.

The work of keeping something in proper condition. No progress or development on the horizon - just the treadmill of working to keep things the way they are. There is without a doubt some pleasure in the metaphorical and literal greasing of a finely built machine. Restoring something to it's former glory, probably more enjoyable than maintaining something glorious. But both trump the tedium of brushing, flossing and mouth washing teeth that are only a couple of hours away from another assault of fodder.

A couple of weeks before I start my new job at Griffith Uni, so I have some spare time to indulge in writing some of my ramblings and relieve Heather of the burden of listening to them all.