In the pool by 8 am (the first swim this week due to the nagging cold). Haircut. Immediately feel better - does the massaging & fingering of the scalp trigger neuronal activity below the bone?

Get out a selection of Hooverphonic CDs & - listening to them later - realise I am famiiar with several songs. They're all BBC documentary backing track material. Ideal for a solo driving. Life as TV. Etcetera.

Dig out J.G. Ballard's 'The Atrocity Exhibition' - one of many volumes that have been sulking on the shelves for a year or two. I'm immediately captured by the fragmentary narrative and short paragraph 'chapters'. Where's this book been? Why haven't I read it before? Ballard's later annotations are as good as (even better than?) the original text. ("Deep assignments run through all our lives; there are no coincidences.")

Tonight: moules & frites.