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Jun. 7th, 2011 12:29 pmToday I woke up, did some work and then took myself back to bed. I couldn't work out why I took myself back to bed, but my legs took control of the decision and so I went. Just now I was wondering about it - and also about the fact that I went straight to sleep - and I stopped and listened to the weather. There's a fierce winter wind outside. Not bad weather. Cold and crisp. I checked the Bureau of Meteorology site. The Snowies have a severe weather warning and our closer mountains have a sheep graziers' alert.
This is all very good and proves that I am a wonderful weather vane. The question is, will the weather do all the work I had intended to do during the two hours I slept? I didn't think so.
At least this time when I woke up, there was less pain (though still a bunch - early winter is not gentle on the chronically ill). My day may be two hours shorter, but the remaining bits of it will be higher quality.
My before-I-slept-again work was handy, too. I was still being browned off with the article I'm writing, so I decided I needed to do more literature searching, just in case someone has written on subjects close to it. They haven't. I have maybe eight secondary articles and no books at all. In toto. On the whole subject. They're on my computer to double check later, but none of them are actually terribly close to my subject (I just can't have no literature to refer to at all, it makes me feel all kinds of wrong).
My aim for the rest of the day is to finish that note-taking (still going strong - I still have to stop every fifty pages and unwind the misery from my soul while making sense of what I'm reading) and to write at least 1500 words of the piece. Tomorrow is all about teaching and CSFG. Thursday I''ll complete my first draft, all going well, read that errant miscellaneous literature and wonder why I wanted to write this one (again). Friday I'll polish off a rough draft and hunt out my MLA style manual (I know, I should be doing the style thing as I go, which is what I normally prefer, but this week I'm finding it easier to get the thing done, first.).
Now that I've expressed it to the world, I have to do it! Also, if I can do this much by then, I can return to the Middle Ages next week and get the next thing done that must be done before I leave. Right now my life is a bit like a game of skittles where the lane length and size of ball change without warning. It's not impossible, but it can take focus.
This is all very good and proves that I am a wonderful weather vane. The question is, will the weather do all the work I had intended to do during the two hours I slept? I didn't think so.
At least this time when I woke up, there was less pain (though still a bunch - early winter is not gentle on the chronically ill). My day may be two hours shorter, but the remaining bits of it will be higher quality.
My before-I-slept-again work was handy, too. I was still being browned off with the article I'm writing, so I decided I needed to do more literature searching, just in case someone has written on subjects close to it. They haven't. I have maybe eight secondary articles and no books at all. In toto. On the whole subject. They're on my computer to double check later, but none of them are actually terribly close to my subject (I just can't have no literature to refer to at all, it makes me feel all kinds of wrong).
My aim for the rest of the day is to finish that note-taking (still going strong - I still have to stop every fifty pages and unwind the misery from my soul while making sense of what I'm reading) and to write at least 1500 words of the piece. Tomorrow is all about teaching and CSFG. Thursday I''ll complete my first draft, all going well, read that errant miscellaneous literature and wonder why I wanted to write this one (again). Friday I'll polish off a rough draft and hunt out my MLA style manual (I know, I should be doing the style thing as I go, which is what I normally prefer, but this week I'm finding it easier to get the thing done, first.).
Now that I've expressed it to the world, I have to do it! Also, if I can do this much by then, I can return to the Middle Ages next week and get the next thing done that must be done before I leave. Right now my life is a bit like a game of skittles where the lane length and size of ball change without warning. It's not impossible, but it can take focus.