The word we were looking for was "non-deliverable." That's right. Non-deliverable. That's what I remembered - and I even said it out loud to Friend, I think - but it didn't make sense.
Wikipedia tells me it's a project management term describing "a tangible or intangible object produced as a result of project execution." Therefore, research - in this particular job - is a non-deliverable.
Non-deliverable.
It seems my sense of victory would be sweeter.
As an update of sorts, I am still at home where it is by turns very loud (Dad's home and watching TV) or lovely and peaceful (Dad's gone and the TV is off). We bought a new washer (Dad didn't fix the old one) and had some lunch. My ankle still hurts, but if I focus really hard, I can almost walk properly. I'm writing a paper that is unlikely to be accepted - the data isn't quite there, I don't think. But I want a spot in this particular journal and the timing is right. So we'll see how it goes, I suppose. Otherwise, I plan to return to my house on Tuesday, I think. I'm very pleased that trip is over. I look forward to the day when I can say the same of my ankle injury.
But I have a word that I really do think was right. Non-deliverable.
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