cure for a bad day

get carded (asked for i.d.) when you sit down at the bar. Okay, so the rule in this state is "if you look x, we will ask for i.d." but as someone almost a decade past x, I'll take the compliment. :-)


(it was also gratifying to see the bartender's expression change rather drastically when she saw my DoB. Heh. Her quote: "I'll have some of whatever you're drinking!")

why I love being a freelancer...

Today I spent the morning doing Essential Paperwork, then went off into the city to have lunch with the maternal figure (roasted pear salad, sushi, and prosecco, yum), then because it was so unseasonably lovely I walked across town from 3rd & 72nd to Broadway & 94th ( (through Central Park) )

. Took an extended break in the Park to do some client reading, and then had dinner and drinks and gossip with a friend.

I'll pay for it tomorrow, when the work comes back to bite me on the ass, but for the day... it's good to be a freelancer. Yeah.