FINAL THOUGHTS (for the day only, not permanently) The Little Woman went to bed a few minutes ago. I am blogging in the dark. There is a metaphor in there somewhere.
Earlier this evening, while shopping for socks, she asked me the meaning of intrinsic and extrinsic. I said I thought intrinsic was when you were on your way somewhere and extrinsic was when you used to be.
Remind me to clear that up in the morning.