What do you grow in your garden, Warren? Well, mostly cat shits the size of suitcases, but some of the bulbs are rising now.
ON DECK: accepted two phone conference requests with film/tv companies yesterday, and by phone I mean Zoom, which means the first three minutes of each call will be people complaining about Zoom and saying “whatever happened to simple phone calls” while being on Zoom. And my apologising for my aspect ratio because I have to do Zoom on an upright iPad. Today might be a notebook day. I need to assemble some thoughts.
INBOX: 54
LISTENING:
READING: GRAVITY’S RAINBOW, Thomas Pynchon
OUTSIDE: evidently Twitter is partly down again. And “Russian intelligence ignored facts in favor of wish-casting.” Wish-casting is a lovely term.