Thud.

And that's one chunk finished.

Formatting next; tedious but not happening today.

And then and then and then... I must get out of this house. My mood is low, and though there are a couple of rational reasons for that, they don't quite balance the 'When did you last go anywhere that wasn't the garden?' issue.

I can't believe how tired I am. It has taken me over an hour to order five pieces of cheese.