Gosh, that was angry.

But then, I am pretty darned angry at myself. That bears repeating: at myself. It isn't the responsibility of my friends or family to keep me on the straight and narrow regarding my dissertation. It's mine. And I've been shirking, and I'm angry.

Tomorrow I stay home (husband works; babysitter's out of town). Thursday I get back on track: out the door by 9:30 or 10am, my ass in a chair at the library, the work flowing.