Notes and links from Tues 2 June: https://notes.peteashton.com/2026/06/02/notes-and-links-from-tues.html

Still recovering from Sunday but definitely feeling better. Not much else to report.

Notes and links from Monday 1 June: https://notes.peteashton.com/2026/06/01/notes-and-links-from-monday.html

I’d call this a managed crash day after yesterday’s writing binge. I should have spread that application over a few days but I only heard about it on Friday and the deadline was today, and once a deadline junkie always a deadline junkie. I woke up exhausted with the sense that I’d fucked it and had embarrassed myself, utterly catastrophising the thing. In the past that would have sent...

New profile pic. Sorry for the confusion.

Most selfies I’ve taken recently look like a tired old man but this one (in which I still look a bit tired and old) didn’t offend my inner sense of self too much.

Notes and links from Sun 31 May: https://notes.peteashton.com/2026/05/31/notes-and-links-from-sun.html

I applied for an art thing today. No idea if I’ll get it but it was good to write the application, my first in a long while.
And having just submitted it I don’t really have the capacity to write much more today.

Notes and links from Sat 30 May: https://notes.peteashton.com/2026/05/30/notes-and-links-from-sat.html

Bit of a tired day. Had some brighter moments and a bit of a mood slump at one point but otherwise just pottered and read stuff.
Just saw a big fat hedgehog in the garden, checking out our nesting home. Reckon she might be pregnant.

Notes and links from Fri 29 May: https://notes.peteashton.com/2026/05/29/notes-and-links-from-fri.html

Did some more writing this afternoon. I appear to writing a short booklet on how to do composting. Not because the world desperately needs another one but it's a subject I know back to front so I can focus on the words and sentences rather than the content, if you get me. It's been fun noodling with how something comes across -- I think I've always enjoyed editing and redrafting as much if not more than getting the first draft down. It's sort of like I'd imagine stand-up comedy works. You come up with a joke in your head which amuses only you and then you iterate and improve it over many nights of gigs until finally it's bullet proof.

Other than that the usual CFS type of day. Did some pottering, had a family visit, watched the birds.

📸 So what *were* the skies like when you were young?