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I've done a giant morning's worth of work, mostly Medieval. Things will begin to make sense if I keep this up all weekend! They need to make sense. I have to keep my mind in order so that I can get through the next four weeks, which is busy. Busier than usual.

What's great is that it's all work I love. What's not so great is that only a small part of it is work that results in income now. Some of it will result in a book down the track and some in another book, some will result in a PhD and also a book down the track. The deadlines are largely because my work pattern will change for five days because of my work experience students. I need to be able to be there for them, which I would not have been if I had still to do this morning's work. They're good deadlines, no matter why I have them - they mean I shall be all caught up...sometime.

And now I have earned a scented bath, with salts and time to luxuriate. I can get back to the reading and the writing and the wondering where I left my brain later.

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There will be Dr Who on Boxing Day, which is also my first father's birthday. Plus, this year, it's Chanukah. I have a freezer full of food. This creates an inevitable situation. I will have doughnuts and dolmades and other goodies to feed anyone who wants to drop in, either for Dr Who or for Chanukah or to share bad puns in honour of my father. BYO chocolate coins (I have dredels) and drinks (I have tea and coffee). After Dr Who, if gambling for chocolate bores you to tears, it may be possible to watch classic SF movies where Santa Claus defeats the Martians or giant robots try to destroy humanity (saves us thinking up bad jokes). It's just possible there will be Chanukah presents.

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