On NPR yesterday I heard a piece of a conversation about bugs as food, I think. I didn't hear much. The part I found interesting was at one time lobster was not seen as something worth eating. It was fed to slaves. Actually at one point there was a revolt because they had to eat lobster more than 3 times a week.
Dad called me over to his house to help fix something. Wouldn't say what it was on the phone. I get there, and there's a hole in the wall. He was trying to hammer in a nail for a painting, but the hammer went right through.
Over here the walls are usually pretty damn solid (my previous home I spent an hour trying to drill a hole for a mirror, broke two drill heads), so that's not normal.
I'm melting. It's 35 celsius here. Those are southern Italy numbers, my goodness. Wish I was in southern Italy, I could at least be melting on a proper beach.