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Oct. 29th, 2011 10:12 amAt this moment in time I'm annoyed about the weather (and that payment I made yesterday - with the assistance of two banks and a body corporate - not appearing on my record, though it has definitely come out of my account this time, which is progress) and you have yet another "I'm not really here - come back later" kind of post. Yesterday and this morning are rather like the Saturday at Conflux, in health terms. A bit challenging, but not impossible.
I have more spillage from yesterday's work than I ought, though, because these things happen when Weather hits at the right time of month. Chapter Five turns out to be something quite different to what I thought and is going to be resequenced for about the tenth time. It has lost vast chunks of text to Chapters Two and Tour, which means they need checking, too. My goal for this is still today, simply because there are more things in my life than Chapter Five and when they resurface, I'll be rather busy. If they don't resurface, I shall lead a sybaritic existence and turn into a hedonist*.
I only have 2 books left in my Aurealis pile, but they're slow ones. I only have 2 hours work left in my BiblioBuffet pile.
All this is a mere distraction. The bellbird outside has changed its call. It sounds like a bellbird should right now, at mid morning, but its dawn call and its dusk call are now the sound my computer makes when email arrives. I keep waking up thinking I have mail. It took me until now to realise that the bellbird has found its new best friend in my computer.
I'm beginning to think that this computer has power beyond its appearance. Nevertheless, I shall not name it. My friend Sharon (who is quite a different person from my friend Sharyn) names her computers and they all act like demons from hell as a result.
*I've just talked myself into having gourmet hot choc (with added coffee liqueur) for afternoon tea. But only if I get through two drafts by then.
I have more spillage from yesterday's work than I ought, though, because these things happen when Weather hits at the right time of month. Chapter Five turns out to be something quite different to what I thought and is going to be resequenced for about the tenth time. It has lost vast chunks of text to Chapters Two and Tour, which means they need checking, too. My goal for this is still today, simply because there are more things in my life than Chapter Five and when they resurface, I'll be rather busy. If they don't resurface, I shall lead a sybaritic existence and turn into a hedonist*.
I only have 2 books left in my Aurealis pile, but they're slow ones. I only have 2 hours work left in my BiblioBuffet pile.
All this is a mere distraction. The bellbird outside has changed its call. It sounds like a bellbird should right now, at mid morning, but its dawn call and its dusk call are now the sound my computer makes when email arrives. I keep waking up thinking I have mail. It took me until now to realise that the bellbird has found its new best friend in my computer.
I'm beginning to think that this computer has power beyond its appearance. Nevertheless, I shall not name it. My friend Sharon (who is quite a different person from my friend Sharyn) names her computers and they all act like demons from hell as a result.
*I've just talked myself into having gourmet hot choc (with added coffee liqueur) for afternoon tea. But only if I get through two drafts by then.