This dissertation chapter is going so slowly. I worked for three hours tonight and got . . . 1 page written. I was trying for 2, but that didn't work out. You know you're in trouble when you're leafing through Aristotle randomly and then ordering books you just might need from Abebooks. Sigh.
I know I have a very, very good reason for dragging a little right now, but still it's discouraging. It's going to be okay, I know. I'll get through it, but I am going to bed with Joan Bolker tonight.
P.S. Is it Wednesday yet?