We’ve done a fair bit of exhaustion in these parts recently. People keep saying how tired they are and that they’ll be going to bed soon. The other evening Daughter was shattered and said she was off to bed really early.
So how come she turned up in my kitchen just before midnight, wanting to tell me about particle physics? I mean there’s tired, and then there’s tired. You could end up in the kitchen looking for a glass of milk, hoping it will send you to sleep when nothing else works.
You listen to your child, because you’re meant to. And as I still had some life left in me that midnight, I was up for the particle physics.
But it was long. Awfully long. You know how when you don’t actually understand very much of something, you pay a lot of attention to every single step of the explanation, in case it’s essential for grasping the final concept? So I tried to visualise every step of the way, only to come to the conclusion that my attention could have skipped some of the bits at the beginning.
As I mentioned to Daughter that she might have picked a slightly shorter route, it struck me that this is often the case when you write something. You need to know how much you can leave out. (And I’ll thank you not to suggest the whole of this blog post.) I’m fairly sure I almost got it.
Or was she thinking it’d send me to sleep?
Mercifully I have forgotten most of it again.