In Which Rolanni Begins Her Quest to Find The Office Floor
Monday, August 28th, 2006 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniAlso? The work table appears to have disappeared. It must be in this office somewhere. Perhaps under that big stack of paper, books, and, oh-oh -- bills?
*Sigh*
Yesterday, I did the interview with the woman who does historical clothing and Civil War re-enactment. Very knowledgeable person. Really, it was a pleasure to listen to her. I wished I could have spent more time with her -- and time at the Fair, too, but since I'd talked myself through the gate uncharged on the basis of doing an interview for the local paper, I felt obligated to do the interview and vamoose. Note to self: Hit Mine Editor up for a press card.
Anyhow, I wrote the article last night, proofed and sent it in this morning. Which means I'm free!. Free to make a pre-order database for Allies and enter in the amazing number of pre-orders received thus far, catch up SRM's bookkeeping, excavate the table -- and I guess I really ought to get with those bills. And the filing. Can't forget the filing. At least, not for long; another few archaeological layers and it'll achieve sentience.
It's gray, drippy and cool in Central Maine. The Old Timers say that an early autumn means an early snow. I guess we'll see about that...
*Sigh*
Yesterday, I did the interview with the woman who does historical clothing and Civil War re-enactment. Very knowledgeable person. Really, it was a pleasure to listen to her. I wished I could have spent more time with her -- and time at the Fair, too, but since I'd talked myself through the gate uncharged on the basis of doing an interview for the local paper, I felt obligated to do the interview and vamoose. Note to self: Hit Mine Editor up for a press card.
Anyhow, I wrote the article last night, proofed and sent it in this morning. Which means I'm free!. Free to make a pre-order database for Allies and enter in the amazing number of pre-orders received thus far, catch up SRM's bookkeeping, excavate the table -- and I guess I really ought to get with those bills. And the filing. Can't forget the filing. At least, not for long; another few archaeological layers and it'll achieve sentience.
It's gray, drippy and cool in Central Maine. The Old Timers say that an early autumn means an early snow. I guess we'll see about that...
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So what's the measure?
Date: 2006-08-28 11:57 pm (UTC)But how will we know it has reached that pinnacle of achievement? Will it demand a pile of its very own? Perhaps it will begin filing itself? Will it sing "Oh, sweet mystery of life?"
Enquiring minds want to know! Save that stack!
(Maybe that's the mark of sentience? That it protects others? Or that it finds humor in strange places? :-)