To be fair, the word gallop overestimates my speed last week; more accurate, if dull, is steady trot. I trotted for lap after lap, day after day, putting roots thru their imaging paces and getting things ready for a few supplemental experiments next week, the last week in the lab. Going around in circles like this, I have had scant time to stop and examine the results, to look at all those files I am salting away in digital caves. I have looked a little and seen things that seem … interesting. I could write about those here. I won’t tho, at least not today. Sorry fans! For one thing, I am queasy that my need to make meaning makes me draw lines between stars in the sky and call the picture real (e.g., Figure 1). Should I etch those hopeful musings into (blog) print? For another, I am keen to go on a longish bicycle ride today. Birmingham is where the canal system in the UK originated in the mid 1700’s and soon spread throughout nearly the whole island. While today the canals no longer support boat traffic to and from the satanic mills, or any mills, they have towpaths (usually paved) running along side, that support walkers, joggers, and cyclists. I have made several forays down these towpaths and want to make a nice long one before I leave. Until next week then, find meaning!