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This morning my class and I worked on ways of creating narratives. I had bunches of stuff to do so, after my post-work meeting, I cam straight home and ate lunch and thought "Which thing first?" I read just a hundred pages before I found myself fast, fast asleep. Two bad nights in a row will out, it seems. I still have to finish that book, but then I only have four more (biggish) items on my list for today, for I made hay while the sun didn't shine and my body hurt and I couldn't sleep and I did several items from my list before I went to teach this morning. Tomorrow, however is quite a hefty day. There may well be thunderstorms. I shall regard this as sympathetic weather, for I seem to have a lot of friends and family currently without power elsewhere.

In other news... it's about the same as paragraph one. No news. Or nothing to write home about. I shall go finish my book.

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I don't know why today felt so busy, but it did. I've taught for two hours and had two meetings (3 more hours in all) and read two Aurealis books and prepared the student handout for the course starting tomorrow. I've read several articles and only have fifty pages of articles to go tonight and I shall be finished with a whole slew of papers that feed directly into one I'm writing. I've cooked meals for today and tomorrow (for tomorrow I won't eat until very, very late if the meal isn't ready ahead of time). I've done most of my emails.

So I've done some stuff today. A respectable amount. I feel busy but incomplete - as if I've just not done enough. I think this means I have to get a few more tasks finished and out of the way and reduce the number of items that loom. I reach a certain number of not-yet-done tasks and suddenly everything seems too frantic and I feel as if life is spiralling out of control.

Of course, it may be simply that my body is warning me that we're getting a rather nice weather change. Storms!