Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

• at work, in the form of a handful of fixes which ought to address the current stability problems
• at home, in the form of articles that have been on my to-read pile since sometime in February
• with my feet, today being the first blister-pain free day I've had in over a month. With hindsight, I really shouldn't have continued to run on them after the first time they started bleeding

Now all I have to do is address the perennial question of my continuing education — something that comes round at this time every year, and bothers me for a month or so before I realise that, thanks to (a) doubts about my abilities, (b) worries about not being motivated enough, (c) an accute lack of confidence, enough time has passed to make the whole thing impossible for another academic year — and all my problems with be solved.

Maybe.