Take me to the station in the rain

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Six point five hours' sleep last night, between 0400 and 1030: I remember when six hours' sleep used to be all I needed five days a week. (But I was younger then. I did not appreciate nearly enough the benefits of being seventeen at the time.)

Today I managed to go to the gym, thus checking off the "Do not completely give in to the sloth" box on my mental list of accomplishments. I am a sad, sad athlete, but I think I'm probably going to have to let a lot of things, bar a minimum amount of maintenance, slide until late April/first full thesis draft. There are limits to human capacity, and I'm about at mine.

I was counting up what I'd accomplished in February. It is rather a lot, considering how little it feels like at the time:

Approximately 2000 words of thesis;
Seven reviews averaging 750 words each (say 5000 words approximately)
One 1000-word column
One paper polished and presented to the general public
Books read to a number I don't have to hand, but certainly more than half a dozen.

That's not nothing. Maybe I count as a reasonably productive human being after all.