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It's Friday.  Another week is over - thank goodness!

It's been a tough one.  I've been fending off a cold.  I've been trying to cope with the challenge of shepherding three archaeologists with minimal experience of building recording in the gentle arts of taking elevation and details shots, and having to explain the ins and outs of 20th century pumps and calorifers.  Two buildings have been recorded, but we've still got more than 80 outstanding.

I don't enjoy management.  I want to do my job, not run around answering questions and checking and double-checking everything to make sure the work's being done to my satisfaction.  This is a character flaw, I know.  But it's something I'm finding it increasingly difficult to shrug aside.  I am, in short, a control freak, unless the job in question is being done by some kind of weird 'Mini-Me'.

Thank you very much for your kind words about Polly.  Her passing has touched me more deeply than I'd expected, which isn't really that surprising, considering how many years she was a part of my life.  It is, in effect, the end of an era.

I feel completely worn out tonight, so I won't be trying to do anything.  I will watch The Ninth Gate, and unwind, and I will also prepare to be confined to barracks over the weekend because the weather is going to be dire.  I must get some compost at some point, as the begonia corms are sprouting.  And I'm going to try and make myself feel better by ordering this year's annual plants...

I'll try and be more lively tomorrow.

(no subject)

It's Friday.  Another week is over - thank goodness!

It's been a tough one.  I've been fending off a cold.  I've been trying to cope with the challenge of shepherding three archaeologists with minimal experience of building recording in the gentle arts of taking elevation and details shots, and having to explain the ins and outs of 20th century pumps and calorifers.  Two buildings have been recorded, but we've still got more than 80 outstanding.

I don't enjoy management.  I want to do my job, not run around answering questions and checking and double-checking everything to make sure the work's being done to my satisfaction.  This is a character flaw, I know.  But it's something I'm finding it increasingly difficult to shrug aside.  I am, in short, a control freak, unless the job in question is being done by some kind of weird 'Mini-Me'.

Thank you very much for your kind words about Polly.  Her passing has touched me more deeply than I'd expected, which isn't really that surprising, considering how many years she was a part of my life.  It is, in effect, the end of an era.

I feel completely worn out tonight, so I won't be trying to do anything.  I will watch The Ninth Gate, and unwind, and I will also prepare to be confined to barracks over the weekend because the weather is going to be dire.  I must get some compost at some point, as the begonia corms are sprouting.  And I'm going to try and make myself feel better by ordering this year's annual plants...

I'll try and be more lively tomorrow.