Yesterday evening I watched a one liner comedian deny that he was suffering from arthritis. He was aged and claimed that it was actually early onset rigor mortis, which is an amusing and attractive idea. I am due to see an orthopaedic surgeon on Monday with a view to an assessment for hip replacement and perhaps some surgery on my lower spine. There is a fly in the ointment, however.

My Carte Vitale has cracked and I have ordered a new one on line. Yesterday they asked me to surrender my Carte Vitale. This is the magic key which unlocks French healthcare and the payments there fore. If you don’t have one you get billed for any hospital stay. These are at more than a grand a day for high care levels. Which means that until the situation is resolved it would be financially unwise to elect for any surgery. The French system is difficult to start and has very high inertia. Once it gets rolling it is a bit of a juggernaut and difficult to stop. In a few hours I will surrender my card and we will enter the twilight zone of French administrative “efficiency”. The pharmacist suggested that we allow two months for this to get sorted…

So, in the meantime I will have to manage early onset rigor mortis…

Last night we watched a documentary asking if Elon Musk wants to rule the world. Given how present he now is in the collective consciousness I am mildly surprised that he has not cropped up before.

This morning, I had a jumbled and chaotic dream with him in. In that dream he lent me one of his cars {Tesla} and gave me the key. He had however forgotten where he had parked it. So, I had to search the city centre of a German town with the key fob, pressing the button to find it.

I then had an extensive discussion with him concerning possible candidates for molecular qubits based upon hindered internal rotation and quantum superposition states of molecular rotors in the gas phase. I was left with the impression that he was rather lonely and bored.