This morning my next door neighbour was using a cordless drill and through the wall it was oddly musical.

I danced for a bit to a cassette tape I made a few months ago and my eye did a very pronounced and extended twitch in time to 1/64 notes of the song that was playing.

I did day 2 of my skincare routine and optimised the order I apply the retinol and the e45 hydrating cream listening to only acting by kero kero bonito and felt grateful i’d seen them live.

And then, and then, then I went to bed and thought about Roger Penrose. There aren’t many people who I’d like to be able spend another lifetime thinking about things but he sure is. Oh boy, what a gas, what a beautiful mess.

I’m looking after my cat because he’s the best. He’s getting all the treats. What a star! He’s sat on my belly right now. An absolute legend for the ages. A god amongst mortals. A superstar of epic proportions. He is the essence of the source of the universe, life, and everything.