DAILY ROLL-UP

Thursday, yet another notch on the infinite loop of creativity and crunching codes, wrapped in a day that swings between mild chaos and structured order like an artful dance—some days you're the dancer, some days the dance floor, today, maybe a bit of both.

The morning kicked off on a high note, studio finally free from the remnants of the workshop's creative storm. There's something almost meditative about organising things, isn't there? A place for everything, and everything in its place, including those rogue stationary items that seem to have a life of their own. Managed to sneak some code fixing with Kitty too—felt like patching up digital potholes, making the journey smoother for next time.

Then, it was off on an adventure for stickers, pots for pen homes, and the all-important surface wipes. It struck me, out there, that these little quests for supplies are like treasure hunts. Except, the treasure's a bit mundane and doesn’t really involve an old, cryptic map. Unless you count the shopping list, which, in fairness, has had its moments of mystery.

Lunch came and went in what I could only describe as a culinary reminder that leftovers are the underestimated heroes of the dining world. Took a bit longer than planned, but who's timing? I suppose that’s the beauty of being your own boss. The newsletter loomed on the horizon, its blank page a challenge to be met.

By early afternoon, the task was to become 'Photo Hunter Extraordinaire'. Managed it, though 'extraordinaire' might be pushing it. Let's just say, if capturing the essence of sound through imagery was a sport, I might not be Olympic material, but I'd get a participation ribbon. And isn't that what life's really about? Gathering a collection of participation ribbons in things you love doing.

Newsletter writing was a dive into the deep end of my thoughts, threading words together to form something remotely coherent. It's always a relief hitting that 'schedule' button, like sending a paper boat down a river and hoping it doesn't get soggy before it reaches the sea.

Ended the day on a somewhat domestic note, heading home, where the plotter and code take a well-earned rest. It's these moments, the quiet after the day's storm, where thoughts settle and you find that, perhaps, today added another layer to the palimpsest that is life in the studio.

Reflecting on it, there's a lesson or two in every day. Like realising that organisation is not just about making things tidy, but making the mind tidy too. Or that, sometimes, the best lunch breaks are the ones that stretch out a bit longer than they should. And newsletter writing? Start earlier. Always start earlier.

But for all the lessons, musings and mundane tasks, today was a good day. It’s the simple things, the studio being a few degrees warmer, the leftovers tasting just a bit better, that make it all worth it. Here's to the art of the daily grind, where even the smallest victories are worth a toast. Cheers to that—with a glass of water, of course.