Liadnan

With Christmas behind me and that nightmare date for those not on PAYE, 31st January, looming ahead, January really ought to be the cheapest month. Unfortunately, I seem unable to pass a bookshop or a cd shop at present without wandering in and finding something I really can't do without. (Incidentally, for those who follow such things, Joan Aiken's very last novel is now out as is the second of John Dickinson's incredibly dark children's fantasy series, The Widow and the King, as are a variety of other things.)

In the meantime, my desk has, by dint of me being the only junior tenant around this week, piled high with lots and lots of briefs and sets of instructions, all of them fast approaching Really Final Extended Deadlines, plus I really need to start making inroads on a major Thing I'm supposed to be doing involving A.N.Other jurisdiction. Plus I'm working on something non-professional and new, which may or may not come to anything.

I should be relatively cheerful, but I feel as though I'm waiting for something. I just don't know what yet. Either that or I'm just bored.

January in my 33rd year. Hmm. W.A.Mozart, Alexander of Macedon, F.Baggins, J.H, Christ. Oh buggerit.

Oh and my shoulder hurts like hell, as it has for weeks now.

This has been a post for the sake of it.