who only by moving can balance

Analogy of the day: car reversing sensors. Warn of impending, potential tissue damage, as distinct from actual tissue damage. Sometimes panic about A Plant, or The Bike Rack. Sometimes totally fail to miss the six-inch tall bollard that makes things go crunch in a way you don't notice until later.

Book purchase of the day: The Painful Truth, Monty Lyman, recced by a friend as popsci/popmed and one I'd nearly wound up buying yesterday anyway (... and a National Trust baking book to go with it).

Book purchase of the tomorrow, probably: Fitzgerald's Clinical Neuroanatomy and Neuroscience 7^th ed (2015), recommended via a NYU med student reading list (Cambridge's all appear to be paywalled and I'm sulking).

Links for further perusal: introductions to the nervous system on Biology LibreTexts and Health LibreTexts.

Reorganisation: possibly I am going to want to rewrite the introduction again (though the words do keep being useful), but crucially while murbling at A I think I have concluded that actually the reason the structure doesn't make sense is that neuroanatomy doesn't want to be the middle section, it wants to be an appendix. But I'll want to, er, know slightly more neuroanatomy before actually settling on that...

... but only one of them is even arguably a cookbook (it apparently contains some recipes but is primarily Popular Writing About Vegetables). Good job me.

In this instance precipitated by finding a pointer to Hurts So Good: the science & culture of pain on purpose (Leigh Cowart), which is extremely relevant to my current Thinking And Reading About Pain (related: I am going to try to get my act together to actually write up some thoughts on The Way Out, a book on the topic of pain reprocessing therapy, but I make no promises). The cheapest place I could find it was Oxfam. Oxfam still have a flat £3.95 postage charge regardless of how many objects you buy from them (some exceptions apply).

I also acquired a copy of I Contain Multitudes (Ed Yong), which I expect to want to reread or at least dip into; Crush, because to date I have read approximately none of Siken's poetry and I suspect I will find it easier in hard copy; more Tufte (Envisioning Information) because it was right there; and Touch (David Linden), because it was cheap and looked vaguely interesting and the library doesn't have a digital copy, and which also turns out to have at least one chapter focussed on pain.

... and some CDs for A, and some clothes for me, and as I say NO MORE COOKBOOKS. Good job, self.