After the chaos of moving, last weekend my life resumed something approaching normal service: I managed to spend most of it doing PuTTY coding, rather than continuing to potter about the new flat fixing things up. Unfortunately I'd been in the middle of a month-long piece of work when I interrupted it to do the move, so first I had to spend rather a lot of time trying to remember exactly what I'd been doing and what I'd been planning to do next…

I feel good about that. I always do; I tend to feel that that sort of thing is what I'm basically for, and if I'm not actively working on either PuTTY or some other software project of my own then no matter how well everything else is going – job, social life, sleep deficit, love life, or any combination of the above – I have a habit of thinking ‘yes very nice but hadn't you better be getting back to … ?’. But when I have recently got something useful done, I feel relaxed and happy and all-is-right-with-the-world. Which is how I felt yesterday evening, and how I would still feel now if I hadn't briefly interrupted it to feel Monday-morning bleary.

On Saturday lnr announced a smallish party, which turned out to be a largish smallish party as smallish parties go; good fun though, and one at which I felt I had an above-average number of actual conversations with people rather than wandering around trying to find one I fitted into. I was initially horrified at the huge amount of food other guests had brought, since my own bag was full of nibbles and I didn't want to have to take them all home again, but mysteriously this didn't seem to end up being a problem :-)

I've just realised why Archimedes spent all that time in the bath …

… it was displacement activity.