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I may leave my messages until Monday. It's only three degrees outside and unless it warms up a bit I am not tempted at all by the walk. This is somewhat wussish of me, for I have been out in colder, and recently. It's just that I'm very tired of this virus and want to gently encourage it to go.

If there is heatwave in the next three hours, I may still do my messages. If there is not, I shall work gradually through my list of tasks and I shall diminish it and whistle innocently and pretend I never was behind on a couple of them this week.

On a somewhat-related note, it has been suggested that I should introduce people to my library on BiblioBuffet. The introduction would include pictures. How interesting would that be? It's not something I thought of doing, but I'm happy to, if people really do want to meet my books a bit more closely.

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My mind is very vagrant. I found the list of work I had to complete by tomorrow, the one I had forgotten to look at all week and thought, "At least I can make a start on it," for it's warmed up*, but not nearly enough. Anyhow, the first thing I did with my list was cross things off. Somehow, at midnight, I managed to achieve a bunch of work. If I can tame five recalcitrant footnotes then the next item goes, and the third item only has a bibliography to add.

My careful calculations tell me that I can finish the complete list by dinner time, including time for a hot bath (for I shall shake this virus!) and possibly the last Lanagan. This is all good, for I do hurt today, for no good reason whatsoever.

In not-news, I don't know how much I'll get to see of the Olympics. They're being shown on stations I only get when the weather is just-so. It's a shame, for the Olympics have always been a solid time for work for me - I sit down at my television and have my workslope in front of me and I do the stuff that is fiddly and requires patience. This year my plan was all about bibliographies, for they are in a mess and need slow and painstaking sorting. I can see myself checking the weather and making my workplans accordingly, just for a little.


*The ambient temperature outside, not the list.

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I've been lazy about warning locals about weather changes recently. Right now we're going to lose several degrees of temperature and so the BoM's forecast is for a much warmer night than will probably be the case. Unless I'm wrong, it will be a cold, cold early morning Olympic broadcast for those watching it here.

I could be laughing at you. Or I could be sympathetically warning you to prepare hot water bottles and hot drinks and make sure the heater is working. Or I could be honestly admitting that I can't get any signal at all (not even white fuzz) for that set of stations in this weather and so I shall be staying in bed and missing the fun.

Before any more friends suggest more solutions: my ISP connection isn't fast enough for online video (it ought to be, but there are network problems); my flat can't get cable (long story); I don't have an XBox; I'm not willing to move house.

I will miss almost all of the Olympics. There are certain sports I adore and will miss a great deal (and am very open to time spent with friends who share the same loves who don't live in the Kambah shadow), but the wonderful new patronage system means I can't, for the coverage rights were bought by a group of channels that don't cover a whole range of areas in Australia. I'm not alone in missing the Olympics. And it's about par for the course for this year, that WIN would win the bid and that no public broadcaster be allowed to share coverage. It fits.

Just as well I have heaps of other things to occupy myself with. By the time most of my friends have re-emerged to normal life, I shall be waiting, lurking, with articles and dissertation and more...


ETA: It's already three degrees colder than when I wrote this. Three degrees in a half hour. My weather sense is - alas - still operational.