Listening to the always compelling Imogen Heap. Thinking about making dinner: pesto pasta and salad.
It's been a wet, coolish summer. A roofing contractor I know said that he hasn't been able to put together 5 straight days of work all summer. That hurts a lot of people.
I pinched a nerve in my neck a few days ago. Which plays into an old shoulder injury (from when I was assaulted on the job back in the day).
The aging body. It's not always pretty.
The writing hasn't been coming, so I'm in one of those rebuilding times. Have been revisiting a number of things, philosophy books etc, trying to resituate, rethink some stuff.
Attention spans these days... Anyone's shelf life...