A delightful forest of fungus in the compost heap today.

Status:

I think today counts as “recovered”? Much better mood, for starters, and felt the urge to get out of the house, so off to the allotment to drop off the rabbits' shitty hay sacks. Allotment trips these days involve me doing about 10 minutes of topping up the compost heap and then collapsing in a plastic chair to watch Fi do stuff for an hour. But it was good to be outside with the trees and the big sky.

Listening:

• Night Tracks

Reading:

• Links I Would Gchat You If We Were Friends #745: Prime Daze
• Bookish Diversions: Kafka’s Tricksy Translation
• Demolishing the Outmoded Society: Michel Faber on Situationism and the French Rock Underground
• Jamie Lee Curtis lets rip on plastic surgery, power, and Hollywood’s age problem

Looking:

• Saved: My Picture World – Diane Keaton’s Autobiographical Scrapbook

Watching:

• ReCycling
• Casablanca - Marseillaise Scene (extended edition)
• Moviedrome: Welcome to the Cult - not actually watched as it insists I set up an account and who has time for that bullshit? Not me right now. But I’m sure it’s good and I’ll hopefully find the capacity to dance its little dance soon.

Evening Telly:

• Freakier Friday - so, so good.