(in the sanctum) / 42ºF under sunny skies; high of 70ºF, apparently, by midafternoon. Sirens this morning... something seems to be going on. Probably another new tenant in the cemetery by midweek.

Today's lesson: there are few connectivity problems that can't be solved with a hundred feet of ethernet cable. The music, she skips no more; updates, they take place; the dogchildren livestream from living room to Sanctum is streaming live. Connectedly speaking, then all is well; most everything else, too, I suppose – we still have refrigeration, the first edit of my TSR chat with Buttondown's Justin Duke is complete and on target for a release next Weds, and this space is inching closer and closer to what I want it to be (multiple posts, fewer pictures – these posts don't need images unless they do – and fewer textual explanations that feel as though I'm writing for someone other than myself) – which means that my perpetually open eye is open even wider, CLOCKWORK ORANGE-style, watching that next shoe dangling over my head like that tree did back in December.

Started both THE GREAT ROBBERY OF BRAZIL'S CENTRAL BANK on Netflix – wonder how much of MONEY HEIST was inspired by it? – and Pornshak Picheshote's INFIDEL, his comics debut, after falling head over heels for THE GOOD ASIAN: so far, so very, very good. Pulled Fraction and Charretier's NOVEMBER VOL. 1 from the shelves for reference and have rectified my egregious error of having missed the three subsequent volumes that have arrived since I read and loved Vol. 1.