A nice cloudy weekend. Today, a holiday from work. So I've tidied up my messy bedroom (so it wouldn't be driving me mad), turned down a couple of potential social engagements, and I am sitting here with a cup of tea and... my corrections!... I got through about half of them yesterday (in seven tomatoes), leaving one or two of the trickier ones for later. I wonder how many (bearing in mind that a trip to the library will be necessary) I can do today...
Sitting here with a cup of tea and dressing gown and some PhD to do reminds me of the lovely first year of PhD. Before the stress got to me. That year was fun. I must remember that there were times when the PhD was good to me. It may not have been the most amazing thing in the world, and maybe I wasn't really best suited to it, but it was a good job, and in a sense a good friend, housing and feeding me and giving me interesting things to do. I shall remember it fondly.
Now: corrections. (Thank you, examiners, for making this relatively easy, and mostly telling me exactly what it is you want me to do. And thank you to a kind soul named Argggggg, for inspiration; your idea of using the cloudy weekend for corrections = genius.)