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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?
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?
