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The experimental swift is collapsed and stashed. I probably spent more time on the write up than on last night's tinkering.

It's brisk here, another freeze. The lemon tree is still in the house, the other plants under the roof eves with the bamboo blinds shielding them from the direct cold. Edward went on walk about at around 7 this morning, after being out well past his dinner time last night.

I've been playing Dungeons and Desktop, rolling my D20 to select tasks in my easily distracted state of mind. While there is work mixed in the list, I managed to hit related medical tasks in a row: my followups are below.

Meanwhile, i'm listening to Christine struggle to get charges on her university bill straightened out. *Headdesk.* They seem to have converted a paid-for dropped distance class to an unpaid-for dropped on-campus at out-of-state-tuition class.

( Notes on messages to medical providers )

Sleep, perchance to hit some sort of mental jackpot

I just read an article that someone at meeting shared with a few of us about depression. It's a personal reflection, and the author goes on a bit about how everyone she's known who have been depressed have, like her, found it hard to get out of bed and sleep in.

My sleep dysfunction goes the other way. I want to go to bed. I think part of the mental construct is that i've "failed" at today, let's just get it over with.

I think i will go to sleep and (in my classic fashion) get up early. I know i feel guilty about not writing a document: i won't have it written before work, either. (There, i set a reasonable expectation.)

Remaining awake, however, isn't going to be productive. I shan't sit here and refresh LJ then FB then twitter then LJ over and over. (In grad school, Usenet was *perfect* for cycling through. By the time i'd finished all my news groups, there were fresh articles in the alt.* groups.)