Hasty flail

I sat down an hour and a half ago to do the briefest of brief updates to my other journal, and well, here I still am... So it goes.

We're off to Dingle this afternoon, and all is in a pother. I haven't packed so much as a knicker, or eaten lunch, or emptied the kitchen compost bin (very necessary) - or, for that matter, finished my novel, remodelled the garden, rendered my house a haven of orderly calm, or brought about world peace, an end to hunger or the dismantling of global capitalism.

On the plus side, niallm just appeared at my study door and, in response to my guilt-stricken expression, said "no, don't worry, I'm so not anywhere near being ready either!". Which resulted in much hugging and rejoicing that we are so well suited.

We'd drive timely travellers mad, so we would.

Still, I'd better go and make a start on the abovementioned tasks. Back on Wednesday. Be as good as you see fit.