I've walked four miles just now, to exercise away the anxiety cause by trying to organise something simple with a large organisation (and failing as I knew I would, even though I crossed all the 't's and whatever the other bit of that saying is).
When my feet have stopped hurting (unsuitable shoes), I'll start recording again but until then, it's just me and a squadron of flies that has decided to do a fly-past in my living room for no discernible reason. They are all ages, all sizes and all buzzes and they would be driving me bonkers but I haven't got any bonks left to drive.
I should perhaps open the front door and see if they will fly out in formation, or even not.
I don't mind which.