Now that the universe has stopped expanding and begun collapsing concepts have been absorbing one another, mashing up, my brainworm today, besides a worrying series of intrusive thoughts is Tippi Hendrix, who was she Alfred Hitchcock’s muse and… groundbreaking guitarist famous for among many other hits “The Wind Cries Marnie.”

In other news I finally managed to go bouldering again after a too-long phase of inactivity and made it to the gym on Sunday so I’m rather sore less because I did so much, more because I had done so little for so long before that.

Monday. It’s Monday. What other mashups will the week bring?
What else will the angels and devils on my shoulders suggest?