An album every damned day . . . not easy when your ears have lost the habit of careful listening. Kris Kringle (thanks Daniel Kabel!) left a gift under the Xmas tree, a small blackboard, some chalk and a tiny rubber. “For writing down your designated album,” I was told.
Such an antiquated device in the era of digital apps that can prompt us about anything at all . . . but it works. It sets in train the day from which I’ll carve 40 minutes to do what I yearn to do.