Well, I finished one big chore - or at least finished it as far as I can without further input. I did the final rewrite and reread of a paper that my co-author and I are resubmitting (this is the third time on submission; second for this particular journal. I hope the third time IS the charm because I am jolly sick of the data and I want to move on). I also wrote the long letter addressing all of the reviewers' concerns (or pickiness, or anility, or cluelessness).

It hurts to re-read the criticisms. I found myself asking "and you think this is worthy of resubmission why?" after reading a couple of them. I don't do well with criticism, I have very widely fluctuating self-confidence (not to be confused with self-esteem; I think the term self-esteem conflates self-worth (my self-worth is just fine, thank you) and self-confidence (up some days, down some others)) and I'm easily derailed by something harsh or overly picky.

I have one more paper to do this to, which I think I will wait until Monday (I have the day off) to attack, and then I have two papers to resubmit. And hopefully get published.

I am going to reward myself this afternoon and evening by sitting on the couch and knitting.

I think I am going to take some time and exercise first. I haven't for several days (pulled a muscle in my foot which seems to be better now) and my back is starting to ache, which is a sign that I need to be exercising again.