no progress yet, but the day is young

[kareina]

I had been hoping to get some more work done yesterday evening after attending the wedding of some friends. Alas, it was not to be. clovis_t got a call from his mum just as food was about to be served at the after-wedding party asking us to come home and help out with an emergency in the winery. (For those of you who don't know, his dad has a small vineyard and makes wine for other small vineyards.) Apparently the very slow tiny leak on one of the large (2500 litre) tanks of wine had turned into a fast leak, meaning that all of that wine needed to be pumped out into the only tanks still empty (1000 litres each) and an empty barrel. Of course, it waited till his dad was on a Ferry heading to Melbourne before this happened, so it fell to us to deal with it. It actually turns out to be an easier process than it sounds, taking only a couple of hours to accomplish.

Once that was done I didn't quite feel like working, and, being a weekend, there weren't many new posts to the various e-mail lists, blogs, journals, etc. that I read. So, I popped over to blamebrampton's journal and read one of her stories there (Sins of the Fathers), finally finishing it at 1:30 in the morning. This is the first fiction I've read this year, and I rather enjoyed the guilty pleasure. So much so that this morning I read the part of the sequel that has been posted thus far, and look forward to seeing the rest when she gets it up there. It is now 2pm, a time of day I generally start being useful uni-work wise if I haven't gotten to it yet, so with luck this means that the rest of the day will see some real progress. It would be nice to have it done and be able to read fiction without feeling guilty about doing it...

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[ariadne3.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling. I just finished reading Coraline. I did so kind of quickly and furtively. :)