...or maybe from behind this giant pile of dishes.
I’ve been doing a fairly good imitation of headless poultry these last three months. Packing…moving…unpacking…getting business licenses…finding new doctor…oh, yes. And reorganizing the business. And getting new clients. And generally going nutso. I haven’t had time to update here, I haven’t had time to email anybody, I haven’t had time to chat on the phone with friends.
I had a dream about washing dishes. The pile of dishes to be washed never diminished. At one point, I just started smashing things…and still the pile didn’t get any smaller. H’m, yes, I think this might be stress-related, doctor. Now give me my prescription.
On the plus side of the ledger, I just sent off the paperwork to finish a new client’s vendor-approval dance; and hopefully should be getting freelance work from them (in addition to my other two ongoing gigs) within the next month. I’ve also managed to do a fairly good job evaluating the new billing system.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m trying to think of something suitably decadent. Possibly buying myself a chocolate cake…and spending the day in my jammies and socks, drinking fresh-ground Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, talking on the phone with Apryl, eating chocolate cake (it’s good for you! It has milk, and eggs, and wheat! That’s nutrition!!!1). Yes. This sounds plan-like.
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