haven't we all had days like this...

[acroyear]

Robert Fripp's Diary for Monday, 3rd November 2008:

An urgent call from T at home in Bredonborough – bricks are falling down the chimney! A call to Mr. Cheese, then Mr. Cheese’s assistant cheese on one ear & the Minx on the other. And 5,000 miles away I am linking conversations from people 30 feet distant from each other in a situation I can do nothing about, other than speak to two people on two ‘phones simultaneously & arrange that one of them climb down a ladder from the top of our home & go to the back door, where the other will let them in.

Creative time & preparation for F&F speaking at an abrupt end, onto a day of stuff. Of two days available to creative work, creative time has been halved; as if there is a law: when the creative world presents itself, the mundane will exert itself to the same degree.