The power of disinformation to capture people’s minds is terrifying. Watching a friend’s Facebook friend who is clearly deep in the rabbit hole is sobering.

As someone who spent my entire childhood north of the border, the increasing likelihood that Scotland will soon be an independent country is troubling me.

Today’s beach walk did not feel autumnal at all. Between the waves and the overcast skies, not to mention the biting wind, it felt distinctly like winter is coming.

Burn out or fade away?

Tonight, it’s a bit of both.

It’s just possible I’ve found a solution to something that’s been bugging me all year. 🤞🏻

OK. A week in I am prepared to say this:

Big Sur is bloody lovely and it has completely reignited my joy in using my Mac.

As I child, I railed against my dependence on sleep.

As an adult, I embrace it.

Night, all.

New, chez Tinworth.

Wake. Take children to school. Train people via Zoom. Collect children. Feed children. Read bedtime story. Edit training videos. Sleep. Wake. Take…

I regret I didn’t take more notes in the early days of the first lockdown. It was an unusual, but quite special, family time. And I do want that memory - the good part, at least - to persist.