Trying to get excited for music, plans and to-do lists. With the help of coffee. Doing lots of laundry.
I used to have washboard abs. One could rub them and hear ringing like a corrugated alloy wash board. Now piles of laundry is a continuous reality. I now know the roots of scholarship.
Knowing the Old Norse language and concerning myself with the far off northern places seems to bring healing to my sleep. Sunny in my sleep thoughts. Rather odd.