Nearly There

The end approacheth. The end of this massive push on my thesis, which has put me into an alternative orbit. At work, I've been writing. At home, I've been writing. On the bus, I've been proof-reading. On the train, I've been re-formatting. In my sleep, I've been finessing and fretting. I'm knackered. I'm Nearly There.

Roll on the weekend. Dotty's over so no writing (well, maybe a bit). If I drink enough wine I'll not be able to write, so that's the excuse plan.