After an increasingly enervated week, I slept ten hours and had a much more successful day. I walked into Porter Square to collect the paperback I had ordered of Ramsey Campbell's Fellstones (2022), walked into Arlington to rendezvous with my parents and brought groceries home, had a nice conversation by phone with
rushthatspeaks and cooked a steak with
spatch who just finished showing me Robert Mitchum's superb mountain Gothic Thunder Road (1958). We watched a bunch of Festivids, of which I was especially fond of "Take Me Out" (The Assassination Bureau), "Beverly Hills" (Columbo), and "Wannabe" and "Tom Paine's Bones" (The Talk of the Town). I still have a colossal and distracting headache and am having trouble with how much art I am not making, but all of the aforementioned was objectively good. Have a picture from this afternoon of Hestia and Autolycus enjoying Bird Theater.

