I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.
I think there is a tendency in science to measure what is measurable and to decide that what you cannot measure must be uninteresting.
Are you laboring under the impression that I read these memoranda of yours? I can't even lift them.
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