So little time, so much to do
I'm afraid that'll have to be my motto. Perhaps it'll go on my gravestone. (I always wanted "And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche," but that's more wishful thinking than anything else.)
Or perhaps an urn would be better, temporarily containing ashes, and printed on the outside: "Scattered in life, to be scattered in death."
A week of deadlines at work and ongoing technology failures. Spent most of today restoring my hard drive. Friends are in town; gathering tomorrow to sing rounds, one of my favorite activities. Not enough singing in my life of late. Later in the weekend, workshop, followed (if I get my act together before the concert sells out) by a John McCutcheon concert. The real question, then, is when I can squeeze in necessary magazine tasks, like the editing that's running very very late at this point. I still think the need to sleep is outmoded; if I could just give that up, everything would be much easier.
Been reading John Crowley's Aegypt recently on my Palm, in the ebook edition published by Electric Story, both because I've been meaning for years to read it, and so I can write a review for SH. Quite enjoying it so far; it's got a lot more depth than my previous forays into ebooks, The Three Musketeers and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
Must go edit.