Had mini heart failure earlier as I realised the old intro I was using as a template for my new intro, was not the refined one I sent off in December, but its knuckle-dragging cousin from several incarnations earlier. I had also lost that original intro and somewhere along the line I mislaid the work I was working on. Seriously, like WTF - where could it have possibly gone to??? I couldn't even remember what it had been titled and saved to. Crap-oh-la. Mood not help by goons from the House of Wrong next door, who had put an industrial pressure washer on. It echoed round the courtyard, rattled the metal tower (currently up to service gutters etc) and rattled the cats, who were looking imploringly at me, asking me to stop whomever it was who was making the racket.
I had expected to be further forward. I will stay up a little later to compensate. After this, I will envisage clouds scudding across my ceiling etc. Find my 'happy place'