Swimming Pool

Patrick sent me a sound file today of Swimming Pool. I'd given him a bunch of words about a year ago, and one idea he's put to floorboard troubling hard rock style, and you can imagine people in some American Stadium losing their minds over it. An amazing job. 

Otherwise Lorraine still fluey, and me feeling tired and listless with sore sinuses, but better than Lorraine so taking care of her. Not much to report really. I worked on my zines a bit. Enjoying re-reading Something Wicked This Way Comes, by Ray Bradbury. Not too taxing, but with some lovely moments of exuberance in it.