I was on such a roll I even slipped right along and cranked out a very nice summary section, telling 'em what I'd told them and making a coherent whole out my mess of texts.

I now have a bit more sympathies for the angels who whirl the turning spheres, because I've decided my appraoch is a lot like creating conjunctions of texts, turning them, wheels and epicycles, arcs and spins, to line up in just the perfect way, just the right way, demonstrating the inner principle I'm extricating, whatever it might be this time. Having pulled in almost every significant piece of evidence, every stray text, nesting them against the showcase pieces any reader will find, I'm punchy with relief that it's over. Break out the djarums! Crank up the tunes! Take a shower! I managed to not open a beer, because it still have work to do, and it's only mid-afternoon and full, well, greylight, being winter/spring in PA.

Having cavorted around the house, I still gotta type this up from the paper into ms-word, and there's miles to go. But it's all wrapup stuff, generalities and abstracts, conclusions and comparisons. The fun stuff. Friday isn't looming so evilly any more....