A Quiet Day
It’s so hard to believe, it’s actually eerie. I am having a quiet day today. Just bundling a book off to the printer, wrapping up some loose ends for another, invoicing. I decided to clean my desk–that’s always a mistake because it always gets way, way worse before it gets better. I’m waiting for another client to inundate me with more work. But I cannot make him write any faster and thus fit more conveniently into this little window that has suddenly appeared. So, I’m filling in time by paying bills, shuffling papers, filing sh-t away, waiting for instructions. Weird. So odd (and good) to breathe again.
