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I'm doing a fair bit better today than I was yesterday (see f-locked entry). My flu already seems to have peaked -- I probably shouldn't have gone to work yesterday -- and a good night's sleep and some gunpowder tea have worked wonders. I might be able to handle socializing tonight.

One thing about having lived that kind of poverty is it really does make you appreciate little things like warm tea and warmer blankets. It may have killed a perfect sense of routine in me, and made me have trouble seeing the point of things like equity and RRSPs, credit ratings and real estate. It's probably why I have such a hard time conceiving of property.

But it's also a good thing because learning the stupidity of accumulating stuff is a very good lesson to get early on. Half the people I interact with on a daily basis seem eaten by the things they believe themselves to own.

I've been getting rid of a lot of unnecessary stuff I've packratted away the last month, and it feels good. What feels even better is that last night, after a long nap that took the edge off a growing nausea, I finished the latest draft of the novel. Now it'll require a couple of weeks of editing, and then go back into my editors' hands, if they're still willing.

I'm also reading The Tombs of Atuan -- the sequel to my favourite fantasy novel, A Wizard of Earthsea. That's been my favourite now for more than half my life, and I've read it three times, but only now am I getting to the sequel.