Big day over here, so of course the internet service picks today to be wobbly. Still, we shall persevere.
Inbox 3. Listening to AMMIL by Ishmael Cormack right now, until the three discs here go into rotation and I steal a little time for my thousandth re-read of the central essay in the book.
Sinking espressos at a rate of knots, already got 400 words down in a production document, trying to get ahead of everything while I can. It’s drizzly and grey outside, and I have this feeling that the world is about to drop on me like a rain of hammers. Loosening up and getting ready. Here we go again.