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 I’ve had a rough week. Way too much work to do and not enough time to do it. But by far the worst news I’ve heard is that Terry Pratchett, that wonderfully funny author of Discworld novels, has Alzheimer’s. In typical fashion, he adds a postscript to his announcement saying:

PS:  I would just like to draw attention to everyone reading the above that this should be interpreted as ‘I am not dead’.  I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as will everybody else.  For me, this maybe further off than you think – it’s too soon to tell. I know it’s a very human thing to say “Is there anything I can do”, but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry.

Keep writing, Terry. You will not be forgotten.