Last night in a fit of insomnia, I finished the last tweaks to the selkies-novel manuscript, entered the corrections to the second half, and sent it off—yes, even though all the editors and the agent had closed up shop for the weekend. Now, because the applications I was supposed to be reading haven't turned up (this does not bode well for next week, as I work Mon-Wed and the assessment meeting is on Thursday) I'm looking at the prospect of an entirely obligation-free weekend. So tell me, what do people do, who aren't procrastinating or actually chugging towards the next deadline?
I could reacquaint myself with housework, perhaps?
I could try to remember how to exercise? *moves limb experimentally*
Definitely I should get outside and walk around a bit in that sunny stuff (or rainy, which is just as likely these days).
Oh yes, and I was going to have an experimental packing session for the big trip that starts Monday week.
There are also other people's books
that I could read. *twinkles fingers over the NZ-souvenirs pile*
The world is alive