Right-ee-oh.

All chickens sent off again. All supermarket shopping completed. Tech. writing tweaks done. Books (own, for publicity) ordered. Tax thingy sorted—well, as sorted as the ATO's buggy online form will let it be. It's 4.45 (p.m.) and my working day can begin.

But first I'll put the stew on. (This makes it sound as if I always cook. Do not be fooled.)