sick

I had a fitful night last night. Between letting the dogs out and coughing fits, sleep was hard to find.

So today was spent doing nothing. Nothing apart from coughing, reading RSS feeds, sneezing, napping, sipping on warm Vimto, and listening to music.

I let Roon choose my Sunday soundtrack using it's Roon Radio feature.

As I don't use Tidal or Qobuz it just pulls from my library.

Starting it off with Fir Wave by Hannah Peel, Roon then served up tracks all day, from Eiko Ishibashi, Site Nonsite, Japanese Breakfast, Chet Faker, and Matt Berry to name a few. Apparently I also have a Miley Cyrus album in my collection—Who knew?

The only real thing I managed was cutting my hair & beard. Winter settling in has had me putting this off, but seeing Warren's the sea cries out for mystic revenge look in today's newsletter scared me that I was rapidly entering this territory.

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