July 25. Canary in the coal mine: When J took me to the train in Newburgh, it was raining. I didn’t notice anything particular about this rain, although I tried hard to find details. At times, the rain was heavier, and at other times, it was weaker. Nothing more.

Another canary: The playlist I’ve listened to for years while running (two playlists, actually, one slow and one fast), and which, with their eternal repetition, have ruined every year’s spotify statistics, have become boring to me. It’s not hard to make new playlists, but the fact that I’ve grown bored with them now, but not in the previous two years, is remarkable.

What is going on?