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I'm nearing a finish of this interesting period. I'm waiting on one piece of mail and then only the jewellery will be outstanding of all the burgulation issues. It's taken a lot of time and I still have a bit of set-up to do on my netbook before I can work away from home, but the end of it is in sight. Hopefully next week will see an end of the eye issues - it will certainly see an end of the teething problems.

I wonder what it will be like not to have 3 days of my week hijacked?

I have cancelled my jaunt tomorrow so that I don't miss work due to Monday being all about my eyes. This means I still get three solid working days this week, amid the last of the turmoil. I really wanted to do the Bulgarian dance workshop, but the deadlines are becoming very raucous. They need feeding. Only three large deadlines to go and three little ones, though, and then I'll be all caught up on everything from the last little while.

Today we unexpectedly have autumn weather. Even inside feels blowsy. It's unexpected because we had moved to winter and were mummifying ourselves in attempts to stay warm. Today the wrappings come off and everyone jumps in piles of autumn leaves.

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Today was probably inevitable. I planned much work, but am instead sleeping. I'll get a few hours done, but mostly, I do maybe twenty minutes and then my body warns me it's had enough. So, a sick day. A pyjama day. A day when I have taken not a single pain reliever.

I had planned to sleep yesterday morning, so that I'd be fine by today (being aware that my body gets like this) but all sorts of phonecalls came yesterday morning. Morning phonecalls for me are always emergencies, so I can't just take the phone off the hook or ignore them. I have left clear messages with family and friends that morning is my time for solid work.

The most annoying phonecall was when someone left me a text message telling me to subscribe to their birthday app and reading out a long URL. I don't know who it was, I'm afraid, because I hung up partway through the URL. I didn't have time or energy to type out that long URL to find out what sort of call it was. Dear friends, if you want to put my birthday in a calendar, just do it. Don't ask your telephone to ring me for permission: I won't give it.

All the other calls were the insurance and had to be done. Two and a half hours of 'had to be done.'

This morning I've not had any phonecalls. I've had one parcel and set up 1/3 of the computer stuff - I need a code and I need to find my backup discs for the other 2/3s. I only have one letter to collect from the post office (anyone fancy a quick run to Mawson during office hours? no? I'll detour on my way home on Wednesday, then. The Mawson parcel delivery person never knocks on my door - always just leaves a note saying I wasn't home. Which is usually a lie. Every time. And not driving is not a problem for Woden parcels, but is a nuisance for Mawson ones, for Mawson is too far to walk.)

So I had refreshing sleep. And I hurt less than I have for two weeks. I'm hoping that if I don't push myself at all for a full day, I'll be back to normal Gillianishness tomorrow. Normal plus due care, of course, given that I've really pushed things this year.

I only have one of my deadlines which is an absolute for today and I've got a couple of hours before I need to have done that and can do it in 20 minute increments.

So all may not be well, but it's definitely improving.

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Eurovision is perfectly timed. I have to transfer all my teaching-pictures to my netbook and thus make my portable office usable next week, in class (although I don't really need it now til the week after, for I was prepared for slow delivery). Anyhow, it's a good combination. A rather nice way of spending a wet and cold Friday night. (Although it's actually warmer now than it was two hours ago, so maybe summer is coming...)