(no subject)

Today I am doing a bad job at crossing things off lists. I'm still working, but nothing seems to quite reach the 'finished' stage. Emails remain unanswered (by which I mean I have sent out a constant stream and received a trickle back), books never quite seem to get finished. It's a high pain day, too, which doesn't help. Makes me glad I'm missing July in Canberra - warmer weather will help the physical side of things.

And in other news... tidiness does not make anything easier to find. Unless I have not taken tidiness to sufficient heights as yet (which is probably the case). I have demolished so many things and put away so many more and still I spent an hour today looking for something that turned out to be in a perfectly obvious place. In my next life, I shall have a personal assistant who will let me know every morning where I left my brain.

And in altogether splendid news, a parcel has arrived from shewhomust and I am *so* looking forward to reading its contents (I need to work faster) and Anna Tambour sent me a belated birthday present of a box of mostly-bletted medlars. It was a small box - just the right size for my friends and I to enjoy over the next few days. Medlars are ready later where she lives than where I live - I wasn't expecting them!