Now I dream about restful sleep and air conditioning.
And becoming a published author, too, of course. It's just hard to concentrate when you're chronically tired. Sometimes I sit and surf the web without really reading the pages that I click on, because I'm simply waiting for it to be time to go to bed. Or because it takes me a while to finally overcome my inner sloth and start doing something halfway constructive.
Despite all that, the translation is coming along nicely. I might even finish the book before the end of April. And I did four walks last week instead of only three, which would make me proud if I weren't too tired to feel much of anything. The story is making progress, too, though much slower than the translation. Unfortuately, I'm starting to wonder if I haven't run into a snag. I'll have to keep writing to find out, though.