attack of the rhomboids

Lots and lots of things to do. One of those days at work where some things get done but it never feels like quite enough.

And then tired when I got home, and napped rather than doing anything here. And perhaps I needed to nap, but it adds to the feeling of nothing having been done.

Self-reinforcing, I know, but still annoying.

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Meanwhile in the master's common room. Sigismund arbuthnot the mad maths master musters his rhomboids.

-- How To Be Top, Willans & Searle