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Popeye, about to eat his spinach, in Fleischer...

Like last Friday, I’m dragging my bones. It’s the Fitness Bootcamp. It’s great, but by the end of the week, not only am I aching all over, I’m really deeply tired.

All the same, I’ve finished off the editing job. It will need a final go-over on Monday, but it’s largely done. Like everything I’ve ever done, I think it’s good. I’ve tightened it up a lot and it’s become a fairly fluent read; although I’m not quite sure what purpose the third section serves šŸ™‚

The week’s over. It’s time to rest and recoup my forces for whatever life throws at me next.