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We have Weather. How surprising... We will have Weather until tomorrowish, when Canberra will return to its clear skies and crisp cold and I'll have to find something else to complain about. My plaint of the day is that howling gales are hard to sleep through. My prediction today is that I shall be drinking much coffee and staying indoors.

I might write a real post later, if I can cross lots of things off my list. Today and tomorrow are Days for Getting Big Stuff Done. This would be because I have run out of paper to sort.

I had become so used to sorting paper that I woke up this morning and looked at the piles on the floor (they have not yet migrated to bags for recycling because of the amount of water outside) and almost started all over again. Only 'almost' however. I was saved by my list, which told me I could read a book or fill in one of four spectacularly complicated forms, or wash dishes or work on the Article from Hell. This distracted me for just long enough so that I lost that temptation and made sure that I have clear instructions for getting to the BSFA meeting in my itinerary.



ETA: By 'Weather' I mean that it's about five degrees colder at lunchtime than it was overnight. Sadly, when the temperature dropped, the rain stopped. No snow for me. (typical of Canberra, but another excuse to stay inside and work hard and drink much coffee)

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I'm avoiding doing anything useful until the coffee is brewed. After all my cries for coffee this morning, I kept forgetting to make it. I blame my cold toes. (when the coffee is brewed I ought to do something about bare feet, perhaps, given it's somewhere between four and five degrees outside, and obviously my toes haven't worked out yet that they are indoors)

Mainly, today, I'm trying to put off filling in forms. This year I have filled in more forms than any other year in my life. Each and every form requires strange information sourced from bizarre places.

I am putting forms into my time travel novel, because otherwise the forms win. I am giving carriage of the forms to my least favourite character. Wait! I already did that! This may be why I'm beleaguered. Revenge of the Paperwork.


(I just realised that four forms are for a single purpose. Why four forms? Why? I've done three, anyhow. Only one to go and that single purpose just requires a visit to the post office and it's out of the way. Complete. Done. Then I can move onto the next batch of amazing documents that trust so implicitly in my capacity to write readably. At this point anyone who has actually tried to read my handwriting is obliged to snigger.)


(If anyone demands additional form-filling from me this week, I shall use iambic pentameters or answer as many questions as possible in Old French. In the meantime, I really ought to do something about my poor cold toes.)