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Slogging

Sometimes everything feels like hard work. Revising. The day job. Exercising. Keeping all the balls in the air. Sometimes the only thing to do is keep your head down and keep slogging and try and remember that at some point it will feel easier again. One damn foot in...

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Whuh? Huh? Four days go by. Busy. Brain broken now. Must sleep. To summarise: Pratchett good. Bujold good. Jo Malone perfume good (roses – smell pwetty!). IT projects bad. Melbourne spring weather crazy. More when coher-er, brain unbrokeness is...

Still reading

Apparently my appetite for Pratchett was trumped last night by my body deciding “OMG-busy-week-tired-must-sleep-now-‘kay-thanks-zzzzzzzz”. So today (having already schlepped grey cat to the vet for blood tests (earning myself glares and grumpiness in...

Eight hours or so later

I did go back to bed. Ha! But did not really nap long. Boo! However, I have gotten up again, I have cleared the ottoman (becoming astounded at how much stuff can live on an ottoman in the process), I have moved stuff from the ottoman to other spots to be cleared up...

To sleep perchance to, um, sleep

So the aforementioned frabjous Japhrimel joy (see yesterday) meant that this little bookworm was up to late reading last night. And possibly will be up too late tonight as we have not yet finished the book of Japhrimel goodness. Which means in between reading bouts,...

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