Back to Walker and once more in the trall of the mouse. Consequently there’s not a lot to the day, except that I’m trying to remember to move my attention to different extremities throughout the day as Maude explained last week. It’s a very powerful thing, I have to say, though I suspect that I’m (a) starting at the wrong time and (b) going around in the wrong order. But the intention’s the thing, I suspect, and I begin in an area of uncertainty as relates to the information I’ve got.
In the evening I work on the Art in the Park job and email it off into the aether, probably never to be recovered.
I have taken to waking up at about 6:00 and drifing in a state of semi-consciousness until the alarm goes off. I suppose at the end of the month I’ll be back in sync again.