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Well, I was intending to sleep all day, but some things landed in the overnight email that require immediate attention, so I guess I’m going to sit here typing until I pass out on the keyboard. Some of what I type may even make sense. More coffee. Listening to IMAGINARY FILM MUSIC (VOLUME 2) by Richard Skelton. Summoning what are left of my powers. Inbox 15, 12C right now, dropping to 5C tonight, just to remind me that I live in England. Here we go.
Yes, this is “ironic.” I am taking painkillers and not even looking at the damn news yet.
The temperature has dropped hard here, but so has the pollen count. Frankly, I tend to prefer autumn weather anyway, so I’ll take it.
Inbox 15, and I really need to reply to all of those today, but it’s noon and I can’t see straight yet. And I need to straight into the GENEVA overview document and land that by end of play. Already sent out notes on an editorial response, so I guess I’m in the saddle already. I am alive, and will begin responding to messages shortly.
New beard oil from Fires of Freyja, who you can find on Etsy. It’s very good. Today I smell of the sea. As well as, you know, cigarettes, coffee and failure.
First half of the day will be turning this PROJECT GENEVA rough into an outline that can be read by other humans, because right now it’s 2000 words of gibberish. Then rewriting two other GENEVA module outlines. That’s basically going to be the entire day. I am not ready.
Inbox 12. Keeping one eye on it because I got an extremely interesting proposition the other day (get your mind out of the gutter) and I’m waiting to see if it turns into anything. In the meantime, I have my little corner of the world to attend to, and people are waiting on me to generate paid work for them. Here we go.
I finally had a breakthrough on something last night, after giving up on the thing I needed to do and taking a look at the thing I needed to do next. Sometimes that’s just how it goes. It’s a PROJECT GENEVA module, and I’m on GENEVA all week, so I’m going to spend all day today trying to push that Thing I Needed To Do Next to a conclusion, get it off the desk, and pick up the thing I actually needed to do first tomorrow. So long as I have all the modules done by end of play Friday, I’m good.
Everything hurts, my jaw is stiff, apparently I’ve been shouting in my sleep, and it’s just another (asks Echo what day it is) Tuesday here in Eternal Plague March. But I have a stack of new CDs to listen to, the coffee seems to be working slowly, and the sky is kind of marvellous today. Good morning, reader. Inbox 7 and at the desk.
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.