This is a quick post, because I need a break and this evening I intend to actually do work. I'm very tired of my eye and even more tired of finding new areas of dumped mess in my flat. I intend to sort notes and work out where I was up to before the world became so very interesting (only ten days ago!). When I've done that, I have a section of the Beast which needs attention. I intend to force it to lose 2/3 of its weight. A Beast on diet! And all this will take me to where I should have been at 4 pm last Monday.
I rang my mother and said "No dramas today," and she said "Thank goodness!" and she is now watching Phryne Fisher and we're going to dissect it evilly when she's done. Which will be in ten minutes. Which will be my break. There is logic in all this.