7feb25

It’s an absolutely filthy day out there, which has halted my original plans for today. The feels-like is -8 and the winds are ripping. Just as well I didn’t get up early, I suppose: we laid in bed and played with the mancub for a while before I staggered out of my pit to start the day.

I can hear sharp cold rain needling the window behind me. The mancub will return in a minute to inform me of how disgusting it is out there and how it’s all my fault. He’s an outdoor cat, but not a winter cat.

So today it’s hiding in the office, doing paid work and also trying to advance a personal project which I refer to as NT but I guess I could call PROJECT TLON here.

Still assembling my thoughts on THE BRUTALIST, which I generally enjoyed.