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All the plans of mice and men and Gillians are sent awry by weather changes and accompanying migraines. I did a lot today, despite this. I did, in fact, everything except one and a half draft articles and a couple of emails that require a bit of time and thought. If I can do them tomorrow, in between a large number of messages and a couple of meetings, I shall be happy. If I have to do a bit extra on Saturday, though, it won't be the end of the universe.

In other words, all is achievable. This is good, because I intend to give up entirely for the day and go to sleep just as soon as I have ritually destroyed some no-longer-necessary notes from my desk.

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Today I caught up a bit and then a form hit and needed doing (15 pages of it!) and ate much time. I gave up and went shopping.

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I'm in an exceptionally relaxed mood. Even the work I'm doing is relaxed. This is because I took a few hours off and dined with friends. My Friday night actually feels like a Friday night, despite the fact that I've read a book since dinner. Mind you, I read that book in front of Eurovision. And it wasn't so much reading as skimming and finding the single sentence I needed from it. The next book required much closer work and I thought to myself "Not quite ready for it yet."

After Eurovision I have a half an article to write. PLus that book. Or maybe I'll do them tomorrow and spend the evening being happy.