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Jun. 16th, 2011 04:13 pmFor the rest of today I don't have much work. After a kind.
In fact, I have the usual vast amount and the usual long list, but I can't read my writing. This means I'm doing only the items I can actually understand. This is because my cold is a bit worse and I just want to eat and sleep and sleep and eat. Nothing serious.
Anyhow, I've only got one more onslaught and my Leeds paper is finished, and maybe four more hours work before I have a half-decent first draft of the Article of Doom (this latter can be shoved to tomorrow anyhow, because tomorrow night is when I promised to have that draft done). I only have one book left to read today, two short stories (by other people) and one scholarly study to assess (although one short story doesn't need a response for six days, so I might do it over the weekend). Plus I have to sort my travel papers and find out what is not yet done. And there's a modicum of housework (but only if I want to wear clothes and eat off plates).
This is what I shall do with my rest-of-day. Everything else is lost due to poor handwriting.
PS I took my Leeds paper to the CSFG meeting last night and just kept nutting it out until I had worked out what needed doing and gave it continuity and, most importantly, made sure I actually addressed the topic. I was given the occasional Look, but was beyond caring. One CSFG friend read the paper and thinks that it's good and, just as importantly, far less boring than most conference papers he has encountered. Also, he agrees with me on the subject of one Michael Crichton.
In fact, I have the usual vast amount and the usual long list, but I can't read my writing. This means I'm doing only the items I can actually understand. This is because my cold is a bit worse and I just want to eat and sleep and sleep and eat. Nothing serious.
Anyhow, I've only got one more onslaught and my Leeds paper is finished, and maybe four more hours work before I have a half-decent first draft of the Article of Doom (this latter can be shoved to tomorrow anyhow, because tomorrow night is when I promised to have that draft done). I only have one book left to read today, two short stories (by other people) and one scholarly study to assess (although one short story doesn't need a response for six days, so I might do it over the weekend). Plus I have to sort my travel papers and find out what is not yet done. And there's a modicum of housework (but only if I want to wear clothes and eat off plates).
This is what I shall do with my rest-of-day. Everything else is lost due to poor handwriting.
PS I took my Leeds paper to the CSFG meeting last night and just kept nutting it out until I had worked out what needed doing and gave it continuity and, most importantly, made sure I actually addressed the topic. I was given the occasional Look, but was beyond caring. One CSFG friend read the paper and thinks that it's good and, just as importantly, far less boring than most conference papers he has encountered. Also, he agrees with me on the subject of one Michael Crichton.