Grey

I did go back to bed, and slept for over two hours; then went to the office for a few hours' nonproductive work on the competition. We too are floundering, but from lack of theoretizing rather than of bums-on-seats: we're moving so fast that neither of us can tell whether we're headed the right way.

Had a low-blood-pressure day: slow, weak, muffled and creaky, like a flash-forward to being eighty years old.

To bed.

But first, because I can't let go: here's the weekly Friday Favourite, a happy little song that never fails to cheer me up. 1989, already eighteen years ago.

Shabbat shalom, my dears. I wish you all a pleasant, peaceful, restorative weekend.