Deranged by flu but oddly productive
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
No updates last week due to preoccupation with actual work at work and novel-finishing pressures at home, and no updates since Saturday due to an extremely unpleasant bout of flu. Played the Coldest Game of Golf Ever (-2 degrees for the first hour or so) to celebrate Ian's 33rd birthday, which must be significant in some way. This did not, obviously, do my joints any good.
Chapter 12, the probably-penultimate chapter, is done and posted, with 5 days left to make my Opening-Ceremony-of-the-Olympics deadline. And I still don't like the name of the thing. But for possibly the first time ever I am confidant I will [insert favourite marathon analogy here].
Can't talk more. Need rest and decongestants.
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