Dragged myself kicking and screaming (well, metaphorically) into opening the promo folder file on the computer and chipping my way through it. Apart from one moment of abject panic, when I could not find a document I knew I had, it all went relatively smoothly. (And I found the document, right where I'd first looked for it.) I'm still missing two documents (one I know I got but I'm trusting it's in a file in my office; the other I may not have gotten in final form)--and there's one thing I want to see if I can track down (an event I know I attended but for which I don't have any proof--and we can't claim anything we can't prove). If I can't track down the event, no harm. I do have to find those other two documents, but I'm pretty confident I can. I may need to renumber stuff (not sure how that's supposed to go) and I have a few other fiddly little questions for the other members of P&B, but whew! I can turn it in on Monday without feeling like I'm turning in a rat's nest--and an incomplete one at that. And I don't need to feel guilty about dancing tomorrow. I even have some time to dig through poetry anthologies for stuff for 265. (In the "god smiled" department, turns out I have an extra copy of one of the big anthologies here at home, so I don't even have to go to the office to rummage.)
It's a beautiful, bright, sunny day with an absolutely clear blue sky, which helps raise my mood even further. I can let down for a bit, and I am grateful for this respite. Now I intend to lapse briefly into sluglike torpor until my brains can shift from promo head to poetry head. I know I'll feel better if I attend to that, even if only for a brief moment today. And who knows? Maybe this gift of things being easier than anticipated will carry over to that task as well. Contented sigh.
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