I’m up. Already repaired a vacuum cleaner, fixed the fridge, fallen over, eaten overnight oats, drunk half my daily allowance of coffee and regretted putting Bloomberg News + on (I like the little charts and tickers, sue me). I’ve had a headache for three weeks. Today, and probably all week, is working out the rest of PROJECT GENEVA — today in particular is going to be an uphill push, as three out of the five modules are not ready and two of those are mine.

Inbox 21, and I’m probably not going to be looking at the inbox much, as I have to put on some Jim Butler and go into deep thinking mode. Good morning, reader.

It is somehow the end of the week again. Week 135 of lockdown, I think. I am very behind with work and still haven’t been able to clear time to think about way to stay in work past the end of June and my hands are killing me. So I’m shutting this down until Monday. Inbox 10 and the coffee is NOT working. Newsletter goes out on Sunday from orbitaloperations.com. Have a wonderful weekend, reader. Not dead yet.

I pull these out occasionally and look at them. One of my best friends gave them to me a few years back. There were more, but my daughter stole three of them.

Inbox 7, which, frankly, is kind of glorious. I have no idea what’s going on across social media anywhere, which is also glorious. I have a big backlog of Bandcamp releases to listen to (currently gagaku improvizazia by ukujula), I’ve managed to eat twice today and drink watermelon & pomegranate juice and sink a litre of water, all of which will hopefully help with the murderous allergies. I even remembered to eat a multivitamin today with my small supplement stack. So far, everything is going well. Which means the world will catch fire in a few hours. Right now, I need to zero in on work things. Good morning.

I’m going to be buried in PROJECT GENEVA today and tomorrow, and then trying to take Friday and the weekend for work-thinking time, as I still have a future to figure out. Inbox 13 right now. All responses will be slow, as I need to keep my head in the various moving parts of GENEVA for as long as possible. Oh hey the post just showed up AND IT’S A BOX

Here is an old photo from The Before Times. Spent yesterday resting, zoning out, watching much of the Finnish crime show BORDERTOWN, with a wonderfully clever and eccentric lead performance by Ville Virtanen, and staring at notebooks and the boards. Still kind of hazy and tapped out. Today and tomorrow are thinking days, so I will just pop up here every now and then when I rise and surface from the inside of my head. Inbox 2.

Well, it’s been a shitty week so far, and I don’t expect today to be much different, so I’m switching off for a few days to plow through what’s on my desk, because it’s all backed up and I still haven’t gotten the newsletter started. Also I caught a look at myself in the mirror and I think I have Pandemic Beard now. I’m not quite at the “sitting in the garden tying twigs and stones into the beard” point, but let’s see where I am by Sunday.

My friend Jason Howard’s new book from Image got announced.

Inbox 17, I have at least one phone conference today, I have a near-permanent mild headache, I probably smell of unwashed cave bear, but the sun is out and I’m not dead yet. I consider this to be entirely good enough for (asks Echo what day it is because who even knows anymore) a Thursday.

I have Bloomberg TV up and everything is red except pharma and digital cinema. The word “cataclysm” is being used a lot. No wonder my brain hurts.

Listening to THE ASCENT TO ABSOLUTE BEAUTY by blacktantra.

Been tied up with a bunch of stuff today, and I have a lot more work stuff to think about, so I’m out, BUT there’s a new Julianna Barwick record coming! juliannabarwick.bandcamp.com for those reading this on IG.

My entire body hurts today, but it could be worse. Also observe this bird batting airborne allergens towards me. It’s that time of year, folks.

Inbox 18. I am still very behind on a lot of things, because my brain is down to 75% of working capacity, so if you’re waiting on something for me, I swear I’ll get to it soon but right now just moving and breathing are challenging enough.

Last night I sat here ordering more pens and gear for my shoulder bag, on the deeply flawed assumption that one day I’ll be allowed outside again. But it felt nice to plan for it, and to get things ready for The After Time. I’ve loaded about five gigs of music on to my phone, I have two working sets of wireless earbuds, and I’m allowed to dream.

Okay, now I have to go back to scanning through a film company’s IP library. And get coffee. Good morning, reader.

I am become Dead, the destroyer of coffee. Literally. Quite, quite dead. Can barely lift my arms today. But I’ve cleared some HEAVEN’S FOREST design work, inbox is at 9, and today I hope to drag this story document that’s been fighting me for a week down to hell with me.

The upstairs flat next door is being ripped out and renovated, because of course this is the perfect time for that, so I’m sitting here listening to buzzsaws and hammers while I try and put myself back together. If he parks his van in my driveway again I’m going to show him exactly where he can store that buzzsaw. I don’t have a prayer of being able to concentrate today.

Oh hey I have CD deliveries