I've been immersed, stressed, in the land of lateness - but also deep in work, working from somewhere between 12 and 3 to 11 and 1 each day/night. Eyes sore, arms aching, but that job is done now and today I surfaced, back to the beautiful world, and N, and people to lunch with. It's good. Now I'm so thirsty to read, my poor bare plot won't soak up the sun.