What, not two eggshells and something I found on the drive as well?

After seeing a demonstration of a typewriter in 1874, and despite a worldwide economic depression, Twain ran right out and bought one for the outrageous price of $125 [around $2,500 today]. Within a week, he was writing letters on it (in all capitals; it had no lowercase) about how he looked forward to giving it away: “IT is MOST TOO TEARING ON THE MIND,” he lamented. It’s sometimes hard to separate Twain’s real complaints from his curmudgeonly persona, so maybe he was exaggerating. But by 1875, he had given away his typewriter and decided instead to endorse new “fountain” pens for two companies …
Still, Twain did more than anyone to ensure the eventual triumph of typewriters over high-end pens. He submitted the first typewritten manuscript to a publisher, Life on the Mississippi, in 1883. (It was dictated to a secretary, not typed by Twain.) And when the Remington typewriter company asked him to endorse its machines … he declined with a crusty letter—which Remington turned around and printed anyway. Even the acknowledgement that Twain, probably the most popular person in America, owned one was endorsement enough.
From: Sam Kean; The Disappearing Spoon
Xenodochium
A house of reception for strangers and pilgrims; a hostel, guest-house, especially in a monastery.
From the Greek ξένος a stranger + δέχεσθαι to receive.
First recorded by the OED a in use as late as 1612.
This week it has to be time for some more pussy porn. So here’s one from earlier this month of Tilly the now-not-so-kitten (she’s coming up for a year old) sleeping on my desk. She’s a bit out of focus, apart from those paws, but this only adds to the pussyness!

In a widely reported impending announcement David Cameron is allegedly to pledge £50m to fund 1000 GP surgeries (roughly 1 in 8) to open 0800-2000, 7 days a week. See for instance here.
I’ve decided that we’ll have another irregular series, an A to Z. Unlike 10 things this won’t be a regular monthly feature — I considered it and thought that one such a month was enough and I’d do an A-Z when the whim takes me. I also decided that we’ll start with …
An A-Z of Me
A — Age: 63 on the calendar. Mentally it varies from 21 to 91. Physically it feels more like 163.
B — Blood Type: Not a clue; I’ve never been told.
C — Chore You Hate: All of them, especially housework.
D — Dogs or Cats: Definitely cats. I don’t dislike dogs but I don’t have the affinity with them I do with cats.
E — Expletive Deleted: Usually f**k or c**t.
F — Fun Thing: The London Eye.
G — Greatest Accomplishment: Survival.
H — Haircut: Yes, I finally managed to get to the barber last week; only 6 weeks late!
I — I’d Like To Be: Thinner, fitter and richer.
Here’s my April list of Ten Things.
10 Things I Consider Works of the Devil:
Look at the nail on your pinky finger: Every second, about 65 billion neutrinos pass through it. Almost all were produced inside the giant nuclear reactor in our sun’s belly.
From: “Strange Effects: The Mystifying History of Neutrino Experiments” at www.wired.com/2012/03/strange-neutrinos-experiments/.