A shit day that will likely get shittier before midnight. But at least there was sun, and we reached 86˚F. Jun came by at 9 a.m. and we swapped out the matrix samples. I finished reading Angela Carter's Wise Children . I wish I could say I enjoyed it, but I didn't. There's a single chapter, Chapter Three, that works as a good short story, but the rest is just tarted-up noise. The only one of Carter's novels that has ever struck me as possessing any of the genius of her short fiction is The Magic Toyshop . My afternoon comfort film was Damien Chazelle's brilliant First Man (2018). I forced myself to eat dinner. Later, Aunt Beast 11:56 a.m.