there's paper all over the place and the sun streaming, birds are flapping about getting the worms, as i wander around in a cleaning frenzy listening to the hypongogue at full whack, it really is quite a beautiful album.  like all church albums the more i play it the more i love it. i no longer even take notice of the track names, it all just bleeds into one, as i discover bits and new sounds, parts of the mix are so rich and lush. it really is quite lovely and i wish i had more time to indulge within it's soundscapes, but the hours are in shorter supply as i move through time. i love that track where steve speaks on the outro, wow!  nice piano.

it's a glorious day and i have a lot to do. the car needs a clean, and i have heaps of laundry. furniture to move around in a big rearrangement.

i have to figure out how to transport the wood i need, a quote from the store said $200 but i feel there may be a cheaper way. it will come to me soon.

in the evening after the sun sets i watch a bit of tv, some weird movie about a bottle of water that seems to kill everyone who drinks it, i don't fully understand the story. the filming is interesting, nice sets and shots, good acting but the story is fractured and gets a bit nuts. these days there are very few things that i enjoy on a tv. 

i'm going to give 'the peripheral' a watch, a william gibson story i have not read. now that has to be interesting, it's surprising they would film his books as he's quite a complex story teller but i am intrigued. 

late night i get a phone call from a friend who wants to see me, as always i can't see anyone at the moment. there is far to much going on, i have to prioritise although i like this lady and wouldn't mind seeing her. it's kind she thinks of me and wants to share some space with me but i just can't do it.

nights are cold, thankfully i have a little of that new zealand whiskey to swig on, an amazing drink, not really whiskey at all.