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Yesterday’s travel was relatively painless, and generally productive; I managed to get the batch of project proposals that I needed to comment on done, which felt like something of a triumph. And then, miracle of all miracles, I came home and paid attention to my non-work life. I cleaned the house. I went grocery shopping. I cooked. And then I went back to work.

The beauty part is that I’ve effectively got a one-day work week: classes and meetings today, and that’s it. And no traveling — I’ll actually be able to use the Thursday-to-Sunday stretch to get some long-delayed tasks done, and perhaps even to get a jump on next week.

And maybe to write something. You know, with the thoughts and stuff.

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