End of visit

My parents have gone back north. To my embarrassment they have seen potential for the reorganization of my flat that was well beyond my powers of perception. Every time I try to tidy the flat I become beset by problems of classification; paper remains on the floor in room A because if I file it I will also have to face the problem of the overflowing box file in room B, which must wait its turn with the rest of the contents of the room. Next time I think I'll just move between rooms all the time; I can't pretend the issues are discrete any more, and I might lose some weight in the process.

At least I'm not up marking an essay tonight; this is pure insomnia. My student's computer has crashed, leaving computing services to extract her notes from her hard drive; I'll leave the firm reminders about backups to them for now, and have happily rescheduled the tutorial to Monday. Tomorrow I might start work on that book chapter I've been putting off for a couple of months, now that the TGW launches are out of the way.

Let the stormy clouds chase...

The English autumn has struck one of its moodier phases; the weather in Oxford is wet in a persistent and stolid sort of way.