As the waves of The Unfuckening have leveled off to calmer waters of promising I appear – if this morning is more than the exception – to have regained my ability to listen to music while working (Radigue's L'ILLE RESONANTE and Colin Stetson's score to THE MENU FTW) and, while I'm not discounting the potential that it will all fall apart again, I will gladly accept the tiny victory – no matter how fleeting.

Also: my main social/fedi posting app, Linky, has updated to allow crossposting to both Mastodon and Bluesky so now I can take an even more hands-off approach to the latter more in line with its current value.

The day ahead: food, weights, boxing, more words, yoga, more food, hospital/visit, potential annoyance, more or less in that order.

Appear to be in a phase where I prefer working in silence – even ambient is proving too much and, when I’m watching something, I prefer silent films. Maybe I'm listening for the staccato vibration with the next bit of unfuckening news and can't bring myself to turn on an alert tone because they all offend my delicate ears or maybe I'm just too bloody tired to compartmentalize my brain into listening and creating or maybe I'm out of patience with the fussy and pissy Wi-Fi connection between phone and Homepod (efforts to bring the turntable and vinyl back here have yet to bear fruit), IDK – but something has shifted: going to roll with it, however it plays out. Only EarBliss at present is silence.