The lack of motivation is a topic for another day, I think. With all of this, I’m wondering if lack of sleep is a factor. Our schedule the last few weeks has been to go to be later and later, with our lights-off time closer to 12:30 AM. But I still find myself getting up at the same early hours – usually 6:30 or so.
“Over just a few years, Hutchins had taken so many small steps down the unlit tunnel of online criminality that he’d often lost sight of the lines he was crossing. But in this IM conversation with Vinny, Hutchins says, he could see that he was being asked to do something very wrong—that he would now, without a doubt, be helping thieves steal from innocent victims.”
A week or so ago, Daisy started to hang out here on a semi-permanent basis. It’s definitely “hers,” if you go by claimed territory as Phineas hasn’t really done the same. After a long period of dormancy, this thing is now someplace you can frequently find Daisy. Just stretched out and relaxing.
Despite it being all video and a little laggy… it still felt nice to once again hang out. Something we really haven’t done in a long while. We got to talking and joking towards the end, and it felt a bit more “normal.” Or as normal can feel, done entirely via video.
The space on the other side of our bedroom. We got some loose insulation placed back in the floor, and got another plywood board down. Our goal is to clear this area so we can work on putting up my drywall on the other side of the bedroom wall.
One night a security guard was passing through the African galleries in the basement and paused for a moment before the figure of a two-headed dog. The guard believed that this 19th-century wooden Congolese fetish, bristling with rough iron nails, possessed some mysterious power. On this particular night he felt an irresistible compulsion to point his finger at it. As he did so, the fire alarms in the gallery went off. A few days later the guard returned to the gallery with his brother, who also pointed at the two-headed dog. Again the alarms sounded.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I was overcome again with a feeling of dread and despair. I haven’t felt like this since the first 2-3 weeks of the Coronavirus, and much if my emotions kicked up again.
What I can’t tell: whether my brain is being pragmatic or paranoid. Is this eight day rule something that can keep us safe? Or is the eight day rule something I’m willing to adopt/accept, despite the risks, because I’m getting tired of being in quarantine?
It’s been a while since I’ve been up there, but things are just as I remembered: tons of insulation everywhere. More dust than I recalled though. I was stupid to not wear a mask, but it also shows just how numb I seem to be now, versus where I was before, in terms of going up to the attic.
Stapleton’s voice is incredibly strong. But there’s a part of me that feels like the draw is in the harmonization with his wife, Morgane Stapleton. The sound of their voices together reminds me a lot of what I love about The Lone Bellow, and the way Kanene Donehey Pipkin‘s voice adds to the harmonies. I’m also reminded of how influential Katie Toupin’s voice was, to what I loved about Houndmouth.
Tonight, Liz set up a second bunny cottage for Phineas and Daisy. More and more, this living room area is really becoming their area. Another few months of this Covid-19 business, and I feel like they’ll be in charge of more of the house than us.
I’ve forgotten how fantastic it is, to lend ones voice to a choir – to become a part of some larger energy greater than any single, individual part. It’s rare for me to sing much anymore, but this was a lovely reminder of what can happen when we all gather together.
After doing another pass with the lawnmower to get all the thatch picked up, I overseeded the yard with more Black Beauty grass. We’ll see how well this helps, but it’s nice to have rain coming in the next few days.
I say we, but it’s all her. I’ve tapped out a lot from the game, but she’s been hooked and continues to progress forward. Snapped this photo around 1:30 AM.