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Today is one of those days where I look at the work I have to do and get as much of it out of the way as possible. By Monday either some of the other stuff will happen (emails and phonecalls - where are they?) or I shall be an annoying bod who whistles while she works and finds time to make bad jokes. On Monday, fifty books go away, as well. Maybe more, if I take more out and work my way through them tonight, as is my plan.

My way of dealing with interminable waits (and I'm in the middle of a full half dozen interminable waits right now) and things that go wrong (too many to count this week) has always been to stack work up in a pile next to my comfy chair, put something I half-know on TV, and gently work my way through. As I finish with each book and my bibliography gets longer, I feel that at least I'm not marking time.

Right now I have 150 notes that still need processing, and that's what I do at my computer, and I'm about to stack more books next to the chair. When I get sick of one, I move to the other.

At the very least, I shall terrify my PMT out of existence.

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Overwork pays off, at least 50% of the time. I just got a phonecall. My new glasses are ready for pickup. Tomorrow afternoon I shall be able to see properly. Actually read the numbers on busses and the credits on television. Hooray for the return of distance vision!