Today is freelance day/because there are bills to pay.

[lagilman]

After a lovely evening out listening to big band jazz, and eating Indian food (not at the same time), I woke up at Oh Dog Early this morning (5am, for those keeping track), listening to the birds outside (the tree outside the office window has become a pickup bar for cardinals, apparently), and the cats yowling at the birds.

After about ten minutes, I said "sod this" and got up and got coffee and bagels and went to work.

And now it is six hours later an I am nearly done with the first freelance project, yay. And I have one more to start this afternoon, before I am rescued from myself, and if I can get it all done and sent back before I hit the airport on Tuesday, life will be good. Or at least somewhat under control.

But today I also have to write 1k on PSI#4. And poke at the short story. And poke at the revised proposal. And do laundry for the aforementioned trip on Tuesday.

And it's gorgeous out, and I need stuff at the grocery, so I'm going to take a walk, instead. So there.


EtA: and, reading this, I feel somewhat as though I have been hijacked by our own Chaz. If so, why am I not taller?

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

He gets everywhere, that Chaz.
But yay on progress.

[bellinghman.livejournal.com]

You and Chaz. Hmmm.

You need to untrain your cats some more.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I have all the tall. It doesn't rub off. (Except on Geoff Ryman, obviously. He is like the opposite of thermodynamic laws: "Height will not of itself pass from one body to a taller body. Except for Geoff.")

Also, yay walk. Georgeous weather is like a dog: it demands walks.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous. Not Georgeous. I now want to know what sort of weather Georges commonly inspire.

[mevennen.livejournal.com]

Also, where is your hat?

I now have cardinal envy. Such amazing little birds.

[lagilman]

Hats I have, although of a different style than The Tall One (I favor a battered fedora or jaunty beret, depending on the weather and my attire).

You want cardinals? Please, take 'em. Little red showoffs start at 5am and chatter until noon....