"Twinkle, twinkle, little star."

Just got home. Listening to David Bowie. I think heathen is his best album in years - also one of his most nostalgic. I love the fact that Bowie's not afraid to experiment, but it's good having him back making the sort of music he's best at: Smart pop. He's definitely aging well.

Nice day today. Intermittent sun, but when it was out, it was big and warm and comforting, like a giant ball of fire. Surprisingly enough.

I'm probably going to Paris in a few weeks, and then - of course - to L.A., and I have to admit that I'm a tiny bit worried about travelling. Not so much that I'd consider cancelling, mind, but still...I guarantee you that if someone coughs on board the plane, I'll be imagining the worst. There have been pandemics before, but now there are a lot more people, and it's so much easier to travel quickly anywhere, that diseases spread much faster than at any other point in history. So far, SARS only appears to have a 3% fatality rate, and many, many more people die every week of the regular flu than they do of this new disease, but the uncertainty of it is still worrying. And I've always believed that our biggest worry isn't nuclear annihilation, but a tiny, undetectable virus...

...but I'm quite certain that we'll pull through this like we've pulled through everything else. And we're better equipped to fight something like this now than we've ever been before. So - no worries. Or not too many, at least. It's prudent to worry, as long as it doesn't get in the way of living.

Right then, better get cracking on the writing.  ¶ 22:16