This cold has really gotten to my head. My words aren't coming out right - either from my mouth, which sounds a bit raspy, or through my fingers to the screen. I even made a punctuation error in a previous post, the likes of which I'd normally call the police in over.

I feel like my head is stuffed full of cotton wool, both physically and psychologically. I think that this cold has made it more possible for me to feel stress. I couldn't sleep for a couple of hours last night, just running through the tasks I need to achieve in the next few weeks (not employment related) to keep projects in two houses on the boil. I know I have an over-ambitious plan for Newcastle, but the plans for Reading are also in an awkward state of flux.

I don't like things getting in the way of the critical path. I'm facing some conflicting dependencies at the moment and I'm not sure how they're going to resolve. I think I probably won't end up tiling my bathroom floor this weekend, unless there's a last-minute call from the radiator-fitting cavalry. I will probably buy the tiling stuff on my way home from work, though. I can then start tiling on Tuesday. I'd do it Monday, but I'm techying a sketch show. This all poses problems. Many problems. I'm away next weekend from Friday lunchtime.

Still, while away, it won't matter whether my shower works or not.