The Essay of DOOOM is now finished. My brain can uncramp and return to normal functioning. Well, normal-for-me functioning, I guess. Part of being under a tight, tight deadline is that once one has managed the impossible, it takes a while for the twitching and frothing to die down. So I should really get on the wordcount I need to be cranking out, and take another look at that edit letter, and there’s the hoovering to be done, and more dishes, and…

…you know what? I’m going to set the timer for twenty minutes and take a nap. Because thinking of everything I have to do is just making me run barking in circles. And that’s not good for anyone.

Regular blogging will return tomorrow. Peace out.

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