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I got sunshine on a cloudy day
Monday, March 28th, 2011 07:53 pmTips for supervising secretaries: If you don't want to make the phone call, because you think there's something a little iffy in the proposition, telling your secretary to make the phone call instead is. . .just tacky. Your secretary is not your bullet-proof vest. Also? Your secretary remembers things. Often at inconvenient to you moments. Just sayin'.
Today was the day of the Annual Mammogram, so that was accomplished after work (You've had yours, right? Or scheduled it? If not, go make the appointment. Yes, NOW. I'll wait.).
At home, I made bread, created some small islands of less-than-chaos amid the over-arching disorder, and spent some quality time with Mozart. I did not read George. I did not write. Bad author; no biscuit.
This is not to say that nothing related to writing went forth on the day. The contract for Dragon Ship, George, and Trade Secret arrived, so some bit of time was spent going over it, initialing, signing, and whatnot. That's in an envelope to go back to Madame the Agent tomorrow; also packed up for tomorrow's mail, the corrected pages of Saltation, the mass market edition.
Tomorrow. . .tomorrow comes the counselor, I believe sheorhe is called, from the CPAP provider, who will situate my machine, and teach me its proper care and feeding.
...and the hits just keep on coming.
I hope everyone had a lovely and prosperous Monday. Remember, the week can only get better from here.
Today was the day of the Annual Mammogram, so that was accomplished after work (You've had yours, right? Or scheduled it? If not, go make the appointment. Yes, NOW. I'll wait.).
At home, I made bread, created some small islands of less-than-chaos amid the over-arching disorder, and spent some quality time with Mozart. I did not read George. I did not write. Bad author; no biscuit.
This is not to say that nothing related to writing went forth on the day. The contract for Dragon Ship, George, and Trade Secret arrived, so some bit of time was spent going over it, initialing, signing, and whatnot. That's in an envelope to go back to Madame the Agent tomorrow; also packed up for tomorrow's mail, the corrected pages of Saltation, the mass market edition.
Tomorrow. . .tomorrow comes the counselor, I believe sheorhe is called, from the CPAP provider, who will situate my machine, and teach me its proper care and feeding.
...and the hits just keep on coming.
I hope everyone had a lovely and prosperous Monday. Remember, the week can only get better from here.
