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My new glasses are being made up. They are of an order funkier than my old glasses. They are also purple.

The cost is about what I expected (though, with luck, I'll get some back on insurance) and they will take a few weeks. The lens is coming from Japan, you see. The optometrist at the glasses shop looked at my script and said that I exist to keep my other optometrist in excitement. I exist, in fact, to keep all optometrists in excitement, for things were a bit busy and someone picked up my script by mistake and another client nearly got prescribed my rather special lenses.

On the way home I ducked into BigW and bought something for Saturday. Anyone who actually buys Ms Cellophane at the launch will be entitled to a very special launch present. This is as well as a bookplate.

When I arrived home, the excitement did not let up. A version of my dissertation has mysteriously disappeared into the ether and needs to be re-sent. These sort of happenings are why I try not to leave things to the last minute.

This afternoon is all about the novel and this evening I am atoning for almost everything. I don't need to remind anyone not to ring between 5 pm today and about 8 pm tomorrow? Good. For if you ring and it's not a life or death emergency, I shall be very unimpressed.

For everyone not planning to ring, don't worry if I don't appear online!

For everyone fasting - well over it and take care, please.

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Some days just don't quite work. I've had to run a second set of messages (lots of walking in my day - very good for me) but this set, I found I had a migraine. It's the same migraine I had on Sunday and proves absolutely that my current cycle contains one 3-5 day migraine. I've taken what needs to be taken and I shall deal, but two of my articles are now officially postponed until next week. They don't get published until November, so I don't really need to be as aforehand with the world as I am. And I'm leaving my novel until tomorrow night and Thursday. Van doesn't need it until Friday, after all, and I am 1/3 of the way through what must be done.

This leaves me with precisely 400 words to write. I have 2 hours. Even with a migraine this is achievable.

I do wish today would behave. It's not bad; it's askew. Migraine days are like this. My brain communicates its bizarre quality to the world at large.

Yom Kippur will sort it properly. At this moment I am sorting just the symptoms with coffee icecream. See you all on the other side.