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Sydney is lovely and warm, the workshop seems to have gone well, and a rather large number of my friends are dealing with hurricanes and family things: it's a very strange Sunday night. I don't feel like working, or even up to much work, so in a little while I shall put everything away and watch Dr Who and possibly Eureka and think of said friends.

I want to be able to say that I've done enough work while I was away so that things can quieten down a bit when I return, but this infectin has knocked me for a six, so I haven't. I've taught and I've read one more Aurealis book, and that's all. I might be able to read a couple of review books tomorrow, though, all going well. That would mean I can arrive home and claim triumphantly that I haven't fallen very far behind, at least.

I was saying to one of my students at the end of today's workshop that I wasn't teaching until Tuesday. She was the one who pointed out that it wasn't really a day off if I was travelling. And this is true, it isn't, especially if I read review books on the bus. Still...

Also, I may feel very much like something washed up from the deep sea by the king tide, but I actually am improving. I manage to have longer between bouts of wimpishness and I'm only just now up to serious pain relievers. And I taught two ahlf days adn two full days this week, with not much brreath. I am smug. Well, I will be smug, when those pain relievers kick in and I am watching Dr Who.

If I keep improving then I confidently predict that, by the end of the week, I shall be able to write something interesting here.