Wednesday, April 4
I have been in a deep gloom about my research for the past week, because there seemed to be no time to do the things I need to do, and the things I need to do seemed to multiply the less I was able to do them. This, of course, was always much more about me than the things that might be multiplying. The truth was that I had got confused again.
Yesterday evening everything seemed to clear, and this morning I woke up with a spring in my step. I spent the morning simplifying things that had seemed complicated and deciding in minutes what had previously proved undecidable over several days.
I have rewritten the conclusion to a key essay, which is now ready to be distributed. I have packaged a set of old essays into a coherent framework, also for distribution. I have just finished a meeting with Ema, where we agreed to spend all or most of next Thursday and Friday getting Snowcastle Valley into shape, so that we can show it to school children the week that I am back from Dublin.
I am outside, ostensibly clearing my head but actually purchasing a tub of pasha, because I would be a fool not to. The sign in the road is pointing straight to hell.
Soon I will make two Skype calls and write several emails before going home to play with the cats.