Life, while busy, is taking a distinctive turn for the better.

Which simply means that as the quarter inexorably wears on, I am finding space to actually breathe. Trying to hold on by one's fingernails to the edge of a cliff, when one is both acrophobic and has short fingernails, is not something that I try to make a habit.

That being said, at least a couple of the items on my whinge-list have made themselves less stifling. Or perhaps, I have managed to make them loosen their grip on my schedule. But the battle rages on, and papers continue to call for my attention, and I'm still probably spending too much time in the pub....