On Thursday, just before 11 pm, I sent off chapter 3 to my supervisor.
Somehow I ought to be feeling more pleased about it, but mainly I feel tired, and flu-y and a bit deflated. And instead of feeling like I can go on holiday with a clear conscience, all the things I've left hanging while I wrote are now crowding in...
And today the fence blew down, and I've been watching horizontal hail turn to horizontal snow. It's wonderfully mesmeric. And tomorrow I'm getting on a plane to Amsterdam, and I plan to do nothing but eat, sleep, drink and only if I can be bothered look at great works of art and Dutch architecture.
I'll be back in a week a different person.
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