some good things make a post

1. I have, today, been managing brief walking-without-sticks! It doesn't last long before the "rest" part of the "rest, ice, compression, elevation" protocol makes its importance Emphatically Known, but I am pleased about this. ( Discussion of minor injury. )
   
   
2. We got indirect confirmation yesterday that someone I'd been a little worried about is okay.
   
3. Today's attempt at injera was, I think, fairly conclusively The Best Yet: the texture's still not right but I'm hoping that once the batter's had closer to a 48h ferment than a 24h ferment it'll manage being a bit more bubbly, and in any case I've established that lower heat = less sticking to the pan, about which I am Pleased. (The fridge still contains so much wat.)
   
4. More plants coming up. One extremely elderly courgette seed has actually sprouted and I'm very proud of it (and crossing my fingers for actually raising it to production and hopefully getting some more seeds out of it); the Gigantes beans are starting to unfurl.
   
5. I think I've now actually worked through all the maths-and-Science I need to do for response-to-reviewers such that all ("all") that remains is finishing making the words go, in both the manuscript and the response. I'm second-guessing myself over it, naturally, but I am increasingly stubbornly convinced that while I might need to clarify or refine some wording, and the paper is improved by my revised graphs, Fundamentally I Was Right All Along.
   
6. I have spent a lot of this evening curled up sideways on a sofa reading a trashy novel. I have bought a new release I'm looking forward to reading.
   
7. To my utter confusion, I'm actually feeling pretty cheerful and positive and anticipatory about settling down to do my accounts Properly, now that my quarterly paper statement has arrived. I've not got to it yet, but apparently this is something I've stopped being terrified of.
   
8. Language-learning etymology of the week: samhain and samhradh are in fact related in the obvious fashion, the latter being modern Irish for "summer" and the former being "summer's end". This pleases me a very great deal and means I can now remember the words.
   
9. Yesterday's bread: it was a higher proportion of white than usual, as we'd got to the end of a sack of wholemeal, and rising much more enthusiastically than I'm accustomed to, so rather than leaving it to prove overnight in the fridge I just went ahead and baked it, and pulled it out of the oven at around ten o'clock (or, well, got Adam to). It came out beautifully picturesque, and I'm basking a bit in Having Got The Hang Of This.
   
10. Fuzzy blankets. Fuzzy pyjamas. Going in a big warm pile. These things are all very good indeed, and tomorrow morning they won't even be interrupted by an alarm. Bed now yes.