A good week with a mixed outlook
Jul. 10th, 2009 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylI've had a reasonably good week. I've managed to fit in a few decent distance runs, I've done quite a bit of cycling and, if I haven't been swimming quite as much I would normally, I've done enough to keep things ticking over.
Work too seems to have been OK, despite some minor irritations. We seem to have got most of the scheduling problems cracked and I feel like I'm finally starting to make progress with colortail — I've found a mysterious overwriting problem associated with a
I've even, whisper it, managed to fit in some philosophy. Although I haven't actually written anything. Or checked to see when my next deadline is. I'm just praying it isn't today. Even if it is, there's nothing I can do about it, so I'm not even going to try — I don't want to upset my confidence and sink into a slough of self-doubt and uncertainty just when I need to be working on my next chapter.
Unfortunately, there I seem to be paying a karmic price for my virtupitude: I've suddenly started to feel suspiciously like I'm going down with something. I've got the sort of skull pains and nausea that might presage a migraine, but I've also go a vague feeling of badness in my throat that might be a sign of an impending cold. Or maybe even swine flu — I knew I shouldn't have mocked the isopropyl alcohol handwashes...
Work too seems to have been OK, despite some minor irritations. We seem to have got most of the scheduling problems cracked and I feel like I'm finally starting to make progress with colortail — I've found a mysterious overwriting problem associated with a
regexec() call — even if I've yet to actually fix the problem.I've even, whisper it, managed to fit in some philosophy. Although I haven't actually written anything. Or checked to see when my next deadline is. I'm just praying it isn't today. Even if it is, there's nothing I can do about it, so I'm not even going to try — I don't want to upset my confidence and sink into a slough of self-doubt and uncertainty just when I need to be working on my next chapter.
Unfortunately, there I seem to be paying a karmic price for my virtupitude: I've suddenly started to feel suspiciously like I'm going down with something. I've got the sort of skull pains and nausea that might presage a migraine, but I've also go a vague feeling of badness in my throat that might be a sign of an impending cold. Or maybe even swine flu — I knew I shouldn't have mocked the isopropyl alcohol handwashes...
