Some work, which was all (three) different kinds of pointless time-wasting, but who can say if it was really pointless? I learnt some things along the way.
📖 Wondered if I’d spotted an anachronism in My Year of Rest and Relaxation: someone recycles some yoghurt pots, pre-9/11, and I think of plastic recycling as being a post-9/11 thing, the 2003 Household Waste Recycling Act and all that. But actually folks have been recycling plastics, especially in New York, for longer than I thought.
(Even if it was an anachronism, I think it would be OK, they should be allowed in works of fiction.)
Continued to have a cold or infection or whatever. When I heard the news about David Cameron, I thought I was having a kind of fever-induced hallucination.
Sniffed some salty water as instructed by the NHS, which is kind of disgusting. Anyway, I feel mostly better now, thank you.
Experienced some unusual anxiety about something stupid. But I appreciated how unusual it was, and there’s something to be said for consolidating all your anxiety into one manageable feeling of unease.