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Monday is behaving like a Monday. Strange little neckache; strange little phonecall; strange little weatherchange. Missed the postie so now I have to collect something at the delivery centre. Forgot to make coffee. Woke up too early .. three times. Lots of little things that add up to a day that's just a little askew.

The good side is that with all these things that haven't gone quite right I have done some good editing. The sooner I finish editing and various backlogs the sooner I can get to writing again. Mondays work much better when I write fiction.

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That little parcel has entirely redeemed my Monday. It contained five books, two by Ursula le Guin.