![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Apr. 29th, 2011 10:33 amI'm still a bit viral. I still have a fever. If the post delivers my birth certificate, I'll still run messages, however. I need that to happen, but I'm rather hoping that it will happen Monday, not today.
Stuff that will happen today, regardless of my body temperature and aches: laundry, 1500 words of novel, 2 other books*, finish booking ground transport for the trip**, answer at least fifty emails, finish with at least 20 research notes and put them away. And those are the numbers, I think. This is only because I can't for the life of me remember all the other things I listed last night. Tomorrow. I can do all those other things tomorrow. And I'm quite capable of writing that much and reading that much with this nice fever. I shall drink much wet stuff and rest in between spurts of work.
ETA: I forgot the book reviews! I need to read ten a day, otherwise my bibliography will remain problematical. Not ten a day until May 7, ten a day until about June 20. I've been quietly collecting important ones and keep forgetting to deal with them.
*yep, I'm back in two books-a-day mode and will read that or more until I am caught up with the next two slabs of must-dos - it's only 21 books this time, and I have until 6 May
**which means sorting out the Beziers situation, which has me a bit flummoxed at this moment, and which means finding out those market days and emailing someone in Gignac. Last night my brain couldn't distinguish between Newcastle and Durham, which is when I stopped and went to bed and left it for today. I *know* the difference between the two! I've done everything French except for the sections from Montpellier, and none of the England legs.
Stuff that will happen today, regardless of my body temperature and aches: laundry, 1500 words of novel, 2 other books*, finish booking ground transport for the trip**, answer at least fifty emails, finish with at least 20 research notes and put them away. And those are the numbers, I think. This is only because I can't for the life of me remember all the other things I listed last night. Tomorrow. I can do all those other things tomorrow. And I'm quite capable of writing that much and reading that much with this nice fever. I shall drink much wet stuff and rest in between spurts of work.
ETA: I forgot the book reviews! I need to read ten a day, otherwise my bibliography will remain problematical. Not ten a day until May 7, ten a day until about June 20. I've been quietly collecting important ones and keep forgetting to deal with them.
*yep, I'm back in two books-a-day mode and will read that or more until I am caught up with the next two slabs of must-dos - it's only 21 books this time, and I have until 6 May
**which means sorting out the Beziers situation, which has me a bit flummoxed at this moment, and which means finding out those market days and emailing someone in Gignac. Last night my brain couldn't distinguish between Newcastle and Durham, which is when I stopped and went to bed and left it for today. I *know* the difference between the two! I've done everything French except for the sections from Montpellier, and none of the England legs.