There is word that Oxford University is considering phasing out imperial measurements as part of its efforts to decolonise its maths, physics and life sciences faculties. So should I respond by decolonising my underpants drawer? A quick recce shows measurements in both inches and centimetres. Is that acceptable? Possibly not - every time I put on a pair of pants I might feel drawn to observe the inches measurements and lapse into a regression that would count as minor thought crime.
Once upon a time I was promised, or thought I had been promised, a certain position. The promise was not fulfilled, and I was miffed. During supper one evening with a friend I explained my miffedness. My friend rejoined that I had made the mistake of believing that someone meant what they had said. He pointed out more precisely that in life people do make promises on which they don't deliver.
There are so many topics of thinking in life where I struggle to reach a settled view. Amongst my dilemmas is what judgement to make on the law firm that did the salads for women offer on International Women's Day 2017 - see March Late Life Crisis. However, though what follows has not generated a Eureka moment, the Overton window may help as a thinking tool.
Beginning of the month. I am missing Trump. I am missing that there was always something to write about him. With the new incumbent, there is just not the same buzz in speculating on whether the President enjoyed a refreshing afternoon nap.