without evident success

Do manage to crawl out of bed and sit before breakfast.

Also play the guitar and sing a bit before showering and getting to work, though I don’t manage to get there as early as I’d like.

Maisying, then. All day, which lasts until 19:30.

Home. Delicious Tuna-steak Japanese-style.

Trying to do something with the Pearce Lecture recording, without evident success.

Trying to do something with the tracks we recorded at the weekend, ditto.

Perhaps my ears are tired. Or my brain. Or something.