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Today is an 'I don't wanna' day. I have work to do and I start it and then I stop it again. This is my body telling me it's finally on the mend. I'm giving my body until Tuesday to feel woeful and after that, it needs to pick up its game. If anyone wants to go to Floriade on Tuesday, I'm going. My legs will cease wobbling and my brain will cease to be mush.

Tomorrow I have a greater aim. All of the half-finished documents from the last three days will be finished with and emailed to their various homes. I count six unfinished things, in all. I don't know where they came from, because I haven't had time to start things and yet, here they are, forms partly filled in, papers partly written, books partly read. This is the price of all those antibiotics. I'll be glad when Tuesday comes and I get to spend a half day wandering through flowers.

If anyone wants to visit Floriade with me on Tuesday, you are very welcome. If anyone wants to finish my unfinished work, then you are even more welcome!

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I found some of my missing review books. Half of them have ended up stacked in with the Aurealis books. Now I'm going to sort them out and tell them firmly to stay sorted. The Aurealis books were in three careful stacks (read and potential shortlistee, read and not potential shortlistee, to read) but those stacks have all changed, too. And other books have ended up in all the new piles. The worrying ones were for my dissertation. It means that I no longer know if I've read everything in every single pile for each and every chapter I have done (there was a pile of 'not finished with' books) and I have to go back through each and every book and compare to my notes and work it out again.

I discovered this just now when I was hunting my next review book. I found my last one, but the rest of them may well be hidden in those stacks.

This happens to my flat from time to time and it's quite mysterious. The stacks of books are under tables or (in one case) under a cupboard and still they moved. What it means is that I really have to reduce the piles of books if I'm to have a Chanukah party this year, as last year my work was a mess after Chanukah simply because of the rearrangement of volumes. Anyhow, the odd movement in my library (where everything has a place, but where, currently I'm the only one who understands the place) means that I've prettty well determined what I'm doing for the rest of the day. I can't deal with review books or my dissertation or the Beast or most other things unless the right books are to hand.

What alerted me to the problem were Joe Abercrombie, Mary Victoria and Harry Turtledove sitting proudly on top of the Aurealis books. None of them quite fit the Aurealis guidelines...


PS I gravely doubt any of my friends rearranged the books, since they all know I work from home - this has happened before, though not quite as dramatically. Tessa has called my library L-space.