- eight espressos, they do nothing
- sleet and wind scraping and banging at the windows
- listening through stuff for a new SPEKTRMODULE, idly
- mind is wandering – has briefly alighted on the work of an artist I was talking to recently, and am probably going to switch off for an hour and see if I can follow the thought
- the boards are marked up – I have 14 things on the PENDING board alone
- inbox 15, it’s a quiet day so far
- all I could think yesterday was “are high winds really what you want during an airborne pandemic?”
- which reminded me of THE TURIN HORSE and whoops