Who delivers plants at ten past ten at night? I had to unpack these in the dark. (Black raspberries.)
Local mobile data service is down again – the phone says it’s on E, which means it’s in 2004 or something – so today is going to be a little complex, as I have a consult Zoom call today and I don’t have enough wifi in the office to carry that call on the phone.
Had to bail out of the office early yesterday due to the heat, so I’m behind again. And with plants having arrived this week, I need to spend tomorrow planting them out. Heat is now starting to climb, fast.
OPERATIONS: I need to make some headway in UNCODENAMED SCRIPT COMMISSION, and my day will be broken by the consult call.
STATUS: INBOX 111. 7hrs 49mins sleep. Heart rate just ticked up to 81, resting is all over the place, anywhere from 57 to 67, which means I’m not keeping up with water or meditation (the latter of which I knew). Unlikely to look at mail again until this evening.
The dotted line is “ideal,” the purple bar is “typical,” and the black dot is me. I suspect neither of these are healthy.
I do, however, remember a dream last night where someone cleaned my right ear with a special tool, and it passed through some kind of thick bubble-surface membrane in my inner ear and released a mass of long insects and a plastic-looking orange beetle bigger than my hand that had apparently been living in there in a compressed form. But my hearing was perfect after the procedure, so I was less bothered by the giant beetle than you might expect.
READING: EVERYTHING IS CINEMA: THE WORKING LIFE OF JEAN-LUC GODARD, Richard Brody.
LISTENING:
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