Today did not go very well. Armistise day is a public holiday here (“Vetrens day”) which meant I couldn’t go to work. Having work I wanted to do, I worked at home. Mistake. Slow home internet is not the thing to use trying to debug code on a computer in England (last run for a paper with a UEA affiliation – I shouldn’t have had to debug it but I had “cleaned up” my cluster space and have a foolish amount of hard links in my code (bad Colin)). Then the debugged code gave an answer which did not make physical sense: I was comparing it to something in the literature, and got the same answer, despite only one of the two relevent processes being represeted in my code. Ergo at least one of the models involved is quite wrong. Then I tried to find a different answer in the literature, which just depressed me becuase other people have “bigger better” models than me.
So feeling thouroughly demoralised I went to yoga. Somewhere in the more confusing half of the Astanga primary series, the teacher asked me
“Have you done the backward somersault vinyasa out of that before?”
“Erm, I don’t know. What is it?”
She explains: from lying on my back, roll backwards over my head to land in downward dog. A bit like backward roll through handstand (for any gymnasts).
“Okay!”
So I try it.
THUD
Apparently I was a little too near the wall with full height mirrors. 7 years bad luck. And I was just doing what I was told….
