gillpolack @ 2015-07-05T11:49:00
It's nearly midday and it's 2 degrees outside. Add windchill and it's in the negatives. It's a wet cold that gets into everything. I have a snow headache, which means that not much higher than I am, there is snow. Where I am, it's just cold.
The noisy neighbours have moved to Perth, but someone else decided that a conversation and revving a car engine outside my bedroom window were the perfect activities at 7.30 am on the only Sunday I'm able to sleep in this month (Last month was lacking in sleep-ins on Sundays, too). I actually opened my window and apologised and explained that I was trying to sleep and that talking was OK, but would they please do it a bit quieter. I didn't have my glasses on (for I actually sat up in bed to do this) so I don't know which neighbour it was. I rather suspect that because of the behaviour of the previous neighbours, they didn't realise that my bedroom was just there. I lay in bed, shivering, for an hour after that, because it was -5 outside at that point and opening a big window next to my bed was not a wise thing to do.
Now you know why I am cold and tired from the inside out.
My plans for the day are to write 2000 words (for this round of blogs) and edit 1500 words (ditto) and finish with ten more of the electronic facsimiles for the 17th century novel and to diminish my in-box so it isn't scary. This is all quiet and gentle work, and it will clear the decks for the writing assault that will dominate my Monday to Thursday and for the rapid learning that is developing case studies (which are for a later chapter).
As you can tell by this, although I am still viral and physically just not happy in my body (or in winter), my mind is operating again and I'm clawing back lost time. I finished with eight books last night, and have a lot more understanding about what I need to do. I'll be much less worried about things when I catch up with myself! Some of my deadlines this year are terrifyingly non-negotiable.
The noisy neighbours have moved to Perth, but someone else decided that a conversation and revving a car engine outside my bedroom window were the perfect activities at 7.30 am on the only Sunday I'm able to sleep in this month (Last month was lacking in sleep-ins on Sundays, too). I actually opened my window and apologised and explained that I was trying to sleep and that talking was OK, but would they please do it a bit quieter. I didn't have my glasses on (for I actually sat up in bed to do this) so I don't know which neighbour it was. I rather suspect that because of the behaviour of the previous neighbours, they didn't realise that my bedroom was just there. I lay in bed, shivering, for an hour after that, because it was -5 outside at that point and opening a big window next to my bed was not a wise thing to do.
Now you know why I am cold and tired from the inside out.
My plans for the day are to write 2000 words (for this round of blogs) and edit 1500 words (ditto) and finish with ten more of the electronic facsimiles for the 17th century novel and to diminish my in-box so it isn't scary. This is all quiet and gentle work, and it will clear the decks for the writing assault that will dominate my Monday to Thursday and for the rapid learning that is developing case studies (which are for a later chapter).
As you can tell by this, although I am still viral and physically just not happy in my body (or in winter), my mind is operating again and I'm clawing back lost time. I finished with eight books last night, and have a lot more understanding about what I need to do. I'll be much less worried about things when I catch up with myself! Some of my deadlines this year are terrifyingly non-negotiable.
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