A weekend in Leeds, a week in Glasgow, then a weekend in Halifax - well, I've had a great time, but it was tiring.
Faced with the harsh reality of having got little research written up, I looked at my annual leave total and realised that I did actually have three days still to take before the end of September.
I took them. The word-count is now up to nearly 10,000, and it feels as though I'm back on track.
Not that I've been glued to my desk all the time, I might add. We've had two birthdays in ten days in our house. I've done all the routine domesticity. I've played for a funeral. And I've been "Mum's taxi" with a vengeance.
To be continued.... when I'm more awake!