I have been trying to write a thousand words a day. They are not tied to any one project. I'm just making sure that I keep writing something -- anything -- so that the words don't scab over ( Read more... )

should mention - in passing - that I had Tuesday off to go to the zoo. Or, more specifically, so that Juliet could go and be a zoo keeper for the day and I could look after Josh ( Read more... )

I was set to be very busy today; because Josh has a rotten cold we did not take him swimming and, as a result, I find myself chilling out for an hour. I spent it in the garden. I ate a comfortable al fresco lunch, and then did some work on the tent I have been promising to make for Josh

( cut for poor quality woodwork )

Tuesday, formerly Bleak Tuesday, but today simply Busy Tuesday. I am doing two jobs for the remainder of this week. Plus my boss is over from Ireland and so it is quite possible he'll have some random tasks or colouring that I will need to fit into my schedule ( Read more... )

Other than that it wasn't a bad weekend. We went swimming on Saturday, popped over to see my folks, pottered about ( Read more... )

Too much input causes sickness. It turns out Future Shock is real[1]. I was unwell yesterday. Some sort of 24 hour bug that left me listless and yet unable to sleep. (The app I have which monitors my sleep quality tells me I managed 9% sleep quality on Saturday night. This is roughly equivalent to someone at a rave having a bit of a sit down in ( Read more... )

still alive / stressed enough at work to wake up each morning with a headache / writing again / Josh finished his last set of speech therapy having met all of his objectives - next set in 3-4 months / current favourite game is blowing up imaginary balloons / not enjoying my job this week / have cancelled various social activities in order to ( Read more... )

Some days the sun shines ( Read more... )

I have two queries out at the moment. One is six weeks old, the other coming up for five.

In both cases I have not had any kind of receipt or acknowledgement of my question (essentially, “Dear Prof X, Are there any opportunities for supervision for this topic?” except without the X-Men reference and with a bit of manners wrapped around the outside.

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I hit my swivel chair with such force and momentum that it turned through 180 degrees and I found myself facing the wrong way; not an auspicious start! I wanted to google for the uncertainty principal; not because I didn't know what it meant but because I didn't know exactly what it meant or how to spell the name of the scientist who came up with ( Read more... )