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My day is entirely full, so of course I sit here and drink spiced tea and wonder what my next excuse for not working will be. The problem is, of course, that if I don't work then books will multiply ten times faster than I can work my way through them (rather than a less daunting three times faster).

It's not that I don't want to work. It's just that the only uninteresting work facing me today is housework and choosing between all kinds of things I love doing means I do something for three minutes and then find myself doing something else, and I never advance with any of them. This is why, from 2 pm until dinnertime, I shall focus on editing. Just editing. And my evening can be reading, perhaps. And right now I'm beta-reading. Or will be, when I finish my cuppa.

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Work has been interrupted by The Mikado. I have forgotten too many words (though I remember the alto part in a surprising number of chorus) and it's incumbent upon me to have a refresher course. At this moment, Poo Bah has just sung "Long life to you til then." Katisha comes!