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I have sorted footnotes and got a third through referencing an article and I've written a whole section of another article and I suspect I'm ready for sleep. I don't know why I get a second wind late at night, but I do. My best work is mostly done in the morning or around now. At this very moment, though, I don't want to look up any more references (for I've been checking em-dashes and finding publication dates for the last hour) and so I shall pretend it's midnight and go to bed.

This would be early for me, except that my Sydney friends are early birds and I got into the habit of being asleep before midnight. Not a bad habit, since I'm coming into another of those very busy eight weeks, with teaching at each end of the day. Also, it's still only zero, and if I sleep now I won't even notice if it gets colder. (I'm not sure how much colder it will get - my body is telling me that there's snow falling somewhere near here, however.)

Today has officially been a dull day and I have very kindly shared the full extent of that with you. I am exceptionally and extraordinarily generous.

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There's a level of uncoordination that is amusing, and I have that today. The weather was odd last night (we had a bit of a weather shift, on top of the other stuff I reported, so it started getting way cold and then it stopped and snowed on the hills and then it changed again) and the result was a migraine. I still have a bit of the migraine and so I hear everything three times louder and I am unco. It will pass, but until then I get to do daft things and generally make myself laugh. This means that I read 'mango chicken salad' as 'mangled chicken salad' and ponder on the benefits of coffee.

Coffee is magic for my current symptoms, but I still can't use my expresso machine (still can't screw it on tight) and so it's Turkish coffee or nothing. No, it's Turkish coffee or kopi jawa.

No worries, I can deal with today for I have coffee that requires no left hand strength and no co-ordination and cannot overboil if I pay it to. Thank you Detha and Indah and Arni, for introducing me to this, all those years ago. I shall use Turkish coffee to make Indonesian coffee. And I shall add milk. That will tangle the cultural pundits. I could haul out my Vietnamese coffee equipment, but the Turkish grind is so fine that it would puddle through and I would end up with an unholy mess. Kopi jawa is now officially my drink of choice for today!

The coffee is so that I can do the last of my first reference list for the day. I need to find the right publication details for 25 books and then I'm done with that. I shall write a bit more about my library (for I now have a very clear request for an article or articles, with pictures, and I did most of the pictures last night) and also maybe start working on one on Medieval gravegoods and their significance.

The remaining picture to take are of the books in my storeroom (classic Australian novels and the Abbey Girls and the Chalet School, mainly) but if I go to the storeroom I will find toys that require playing with (I have a miniature Indonesian classical orchestra hiding there, for instance) and I may want to find out which Abbey Girls books I've got and to let she_who_must know and I need to find out the editions so that I can start looking for the unexpurgated versions and, yes, all this is way more interesting than today's work and so it really has to be put off.

Today is all about being disciplined and sensible so that the tedious stuff gets done and I can get back into my more fascinating work.Dissertation work for today is a nasty form (which comes first) and then work on the bibliography.

Since I can't watch elite sport, I have the third season of Outnumbered to keep me company through the bibliography. I need to talk to friend who might be willing to lend me recent series I want to catch up on (Downton Abbey, Eureka, Warehouse 13, Alphas, True Blood, Fringe and a whole bunch more are as yet unavailable at the library and would function nicely for winter-work).



PS All typos and malapropisms are brought to you by the last hours of this migraine. By tonight my English will be much clearer and we will all regret it.

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A picture from ages back (for I'm working with pictures right now) - this is Melbourne, during Continuum. The profile is of my niece.

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I never gave you a picture from the ferry going up the Parramatta River. This was wrong of me and I hereby atone: