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I've done half my urgentworkfortheday (the closer I get to deadline the more rushed my voice sounds - I'm not actually moving nay faster though) and all my messages. I have crumpets for Sunday afternoon, since chocolates were not enough if the day is cold and wet. Crumpets and hot drinks and chocolates and that mirror, amidst all the food, possibly leering (although this mirror doesn't leer - it just inspires me to write about mirrors that do).

I can't remember what all my deadlines are except for the big one. This is a bad sign. I've done my messages, though. I shall not starve, and nor will my friends. Although I forgot to eat lunch. I'm forgetting lots of things today. Possibly it means that the end is near, or that tomorrow will have an extra second or.... that I need a cuppa and a bit of a rest before I go back to the fiddly stuff that is footnotes and House style.

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I think the worst of my chapter and the worst of my virus are both over. I shall take a bit of a rest and get back to the chapter in the morning. I can't remember any of the other things I had to do! I'll get back to that in the morning, too. And sometime in the next 24 hours I'll catch up with email and comments. So there!!

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I've caught up with 40 emails and a ton of small things. They don't help with any of my deadlines, but they make me feel better for I have now given cheek to friends. Once I had done that, I remembered that things that need doing are mostly for Ms Cellophane. I have promised blogposts, some fascinating and some merely daft, and, of course, there is the competition. The competition is merely daft, of course, but should be fun.

What I shall do is finish some more small things (since obviously my mind is pretending to have a logjam and won't think until they're done) and then have an early night and start anew. Or finish the references for the article then start anew. Or both.

I'm not over the virus yet, but I'm past the absolute worst and at the stage where I can pretend to be half-normal. I only really need half-normality to operate. This is the great advantage of chronic illness. If most days are like working with flu, then when one has flu, one can work, mostly.