Reporting in (not quite defeated)
I had such hopes yesterday! Alas, for reality. High pain changed things.
The good news is that I've now read five of the fifteen books I need to have read by Wednesday/Thursday. I discovered that two others don't actually need to be read (for my current purposes, one volume in a trilogy suffices). This means I only have eight more books to read, only two of which need to be done by tomorrow night. This means that tomorrow has less reading.
If it weren't that the weather-migraine has reached the eyes, it would only be one book tomorrow, but the evening is young and it still may be possible after I've taken a break. I've been taking notes as I go and (until the eyes stopped permitting it) writing them up, so a quarter of the article from the first set of books (the ones I finish tomorrow night) is done and the rest is well on the way. One of my four articles. Yay!
Finishing the overdue article isn't possible today, though I adjusted the opening a little. It's at the stage where it needs stern critical thought. I can manage a lot of things on a high pain day, but stern critical thought isn't one of them. I couldn't send the emails about the interviews, either, for it struck me that I don't know if there have been replies until my email is fixed, so they will have to wait.
Still, today has been productive. Tomorrow will have to be more productive, but this strange build-up of work will just keep happening until I catch up. When I catch up, then it will be dissertation and footnotes all the way for a few weeks. It's the joy of the PhD final year. One of the many.
I shall take my aches to bed for an hour and come back and finish just one more book, I think, regardless of pain levels. That way today will have been full of books and tomorrow full of writing. It will all work, but one editor will need an apology. Not good, but not as bad as it could have been.
The good news is that I've now read five of the fifteen books I need to have read by Wednesday/Thursday. I discovered that two others don't actually need to be read (for my current purposes, one volume in a trilogy suffices). This means I only have eight more books to read, only two of which need to be done by tomorrow night. This means that tomorrow has less reading.
If it weren't that the weather-migraine has reached the eyes, it would only be one book tomorrow, but the evening is young and it still may be possible after I've taken a break. I've been taking notes as I go and (until the eyes stopped permitting it) writing them up, so a quarter of the article from the first set of books (the ones I finish tomorrow night) is done and the rest is well on the way. One of my four articles. Yay!
Finishing the overdue article isn't possible today, though I adjusted the opening a little. It's at the stage where it needs stern critical thought. I can manage a lot of things on a high pain day, but stern critical thought isn't one of them. I couldn't send the emails about the interviews, either, for it struck me that I don't know if there have been replies until my email is fixed, so they will have to wait.
Still, today has been productive. Tomorrow will have to be more productive, but this strange build-up of work will just keep happening until I catch up. When I catch up, then it will be dissertation and footnotes all the way for a few weeks. It's the joy of the PhD final year. One of the many.
I shall take my aches to bed for an hour and come back and finish just one more book, I think, regardless of pain levels. That way today will have been full of books and tomorrow full of writing. It will all work, but one editor will need an apology. Not good, but not as bad as it could have been.
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