Good morning. It’s Sunday, I think, but don’t ask me what time it is.

Second week of weeknotes! In a row! This might be the start of something, you know?

Gang, I’ve just seen ‘The Roses’ and I’m going to deploy my degree. Read on for analysis but also spoilers, in case you haven’t read ‘The War of the Roses’ or seen ‘The War of the Roses (1989)’.

This has been a really anxiety-inducing week and I can’t much talk about it, which leaves me wondering just how much value these notes will be for me in the future. Let’s see. Perhaps there’s something in how I’m managing it that might be worth revisiting.

I’ve been multipled by 1, lads. A process has happened but I’m still the same, though in all honesty it’s hard to tell. This week: misremembered philsophical conundra, a review of my performances, and an attempt to remember everything I’m doing at the moment.

I’m doing too much at the moment.

I am unhappy about this fact. Summer is awful: a stark, staring presence that overhangs everything, that intrudes at my window and turns gentle shadow to sharp line.

It shortens my temper and ruins my focus. It is focussed by the places I love, turning a city of glass and steel into a maze of scorching, blazing beams. It turns what I love into something I can’t stand.

Anyway, the sun has got his hat on. Bastard.

Ah, but to follow the process, young one, you must first find the process.

I’ve been in a lot of meetings this week. We’ve got a deadline coming up, which is helping to focus the mind. Actually, there are a lot of deadlines coming up. Oh no.

I’m on leave for a week. I need it. This week has been intense; absurdly intense. The team will be alright for four days, and if they’re not, we’ll have to fix that. I’m reviewing this week in my head, and I think there’s been progress in places and in other places – just tactical fixes. Let’s see what we’ve got.