It’s the middle of the night again – working on the ‘puter until this late on a Friday night isn’t good for much… but does reduce the stress levels associated with having far too much on my todo list. I suppose that’s enough of a reason this week. It’ll be an assignment getting written next week unless that happens on Thursday evening (very doubtful). I begin to think I need to do less. A holiday from work will help.

Insomnia.  Snoring.  Insomnia.  Snoring.  Small child clambering.  Snoring.  Insomnia.  Ho hum.

Truly great friends sent gravy browning. We love them

Why is it that children only really get their most poorly at about the time that grown-ups want to go to bed? Having promised my daughter that I’d go in to say goodnight after I got home from work, I did. I then stripped her and her bed, put her in the shower while I remade her bed with clean linen, went to wash her in the shower and eventually put her back to bed… with a gentle reminder that if she wants to pass wind, the bathroom might be a sensible place to do so… poor little lady. Hopefully a short lived bug.

Once upon a time 2000 words seemed like a lot. Now it doesn’t. It must have something to do with age. When I was 18 I thought 2000 words was an impossibly high target for an essay. Now I’m a little bit older it seems like an impossibly low one. Not that I’ve finished it yet… the ability to find displacement activity is unchanged since the last time I wrote an essay.