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Today follows on very naturally from yesterday and I keep discovering things I thought I had finished but that now have grown tentacles. Deliveries (more than one!) that haven't arrived, for instance. Add to this another batch of messages that must be done tomorrow, and I am beginning to think that this is the week one has in between living. What I want is to hunker down with all my notes and make sense of them, but that will take a full day of concentration and a full day of concentration isn't going to happen until these stray ends and half-pieces stop peeking out and saying "Do me, or your life is dust."

My solution is an obvious one. I have an hour or so to do what I can, and then I'm taking the evening off to watch superhero cartoons with friends. My life can be dust tomorrow.

Right now, I need a hot drink. And to finish one last book before I desert duty.