Wow, last night was an astonishingly productive evening.

On Tuesday night, realising I had an evening to myself, I came home vaguely planning to get lots of useful things done (primarily a hefty chunk of coding on my new pet project). Unfortunately, a few setbacks and a lot of tiredness dictated that I instead spend the evening slumped in a chair with a book and then get an early night. Which was certainly a worthwhile use of the time in itself, but not quite what I'd planned.

Last night, I made up for this. I tidied my study. Now I can play the keyboard again! (That is to say, I can't play the keyboard particularly well even at the best of times, but I think for these purposes a good way to define ‘the best of times’ is as those moments when my keyboard is not unplayable owing to being covered in a six-inch snowdrift of unopened envelopes, receipts, cardboard boxes and bubblewrap. And by that definition, one of them started last night.)

And after that, I still had enough energy to manage most of the hefty chunk of coding I'd planned for Tuesday, and after that I still had enough time to treat myself to a glass of Stone's Special Reserve to wind down pleasantly before going to bed. It's very rare that I manage to make such good use of my free time. I'm still feeling smug about it now.