Well, my cold arrived at last, and I lost two days of working time because I was in bed whimpering miserably. I don't know why at the moment every bug I get turns into something blubbery and painful. But now I feel better, and I shall have a careful cup of coffee if my stomach permits it, and then I'll try and get back on track.
Also my tax bill arrived, I'd been wondering why it hadn't yet. - Well, it claims to be a second bill, plus interest. I'm sure the first one never got here, but then I get mis-mailed Inland Revenue letters for three or fours different people regularly, I guess my first bill is unopened in the corridor of some other house. - And I also got four catalogues all from the same art suppliers. Somewhere, computer errors are happening. Must they happen when I'm feeling sorry for myself already?
I finally got around to reading "The Road", and was impressed.
I bought Joanna Newsom's new triple album. I don't "get" it yet, although I'm glad her voice seems to have un-cramped. I liked the earlier sound but it did sound like it might hurt to do that regularly.
I missed several art events, two or three. Sorry.
Oh, and here's something brilliant: Matthew uploaded a new performance of "Nosferatu and Me", one of my favourite songs of his, and now he also plays the guitar.