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I'm in danger of actually doing all the things I totally had to do by the end of the day or my life would fall to pieces. In fact, I'm doing so well (I know - famous last words) that, except for teaching and much housework, I only have four more hours work left today.

Tomorrow, my big task is to investigate sheep and goats. I might report back on this one.

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I've done all but two things from my list today. It was an exceptionally long list, too.

I could work for another hour. Or I could admit I've already worked for twelve and a half and call a halt. I think the latter. Why? Because I didn't just work through my list (and finally catch up on various things that were trapped in an infinite circle of impossibility due to me getting sick). I also did tomorrow's writing and Saturday's writing and tomorrow's dissertation work (though not Saturday's). This means that I only have a little list of things to do tomorrow and Saturday and can spend most of both days with my mother. Please feel much sympathy for my mother, who knows not what I've done...

The housework, alas, did not get finished. It barely got started. It wasn't not on the list, but that's not the reason. I'm up to the stage (with what turned out to be a much nastier chest infection than I had thought) where it really hurts to do mopping and lifting. I couldn't even contemplate them a couple of days ago, so this is an improvement. The fact that I'm still awake (just) after such a long work day is also an improvement. I'm just not quite improved enough yet. I have four days left of antibiotics to get me there. By the time I finish I'll be doing 16 hours a day plus housework then dressing up and going to parties. Or not.