The Aerie
Oh, right, this is what winter feels like.
Of course, I'm still spoiled by global warming. I went out to run errands yesterday, and it felt horribly cold, especially in the wind. Yet the temperature was above zero, and I can recall clearly coming out of three weeks of persistently subzero weather to find a sunny five-degree day balmy.
Regardless of my comparative experience, I managed to pick up such a chill yesterday that it never seemed to leave my bones. Before dinner I climbed under the covers to warm up and promptly passed out. My nap was as restful as being slammed upside the head with a brick.
Meanwhile I remain insanely busy despite not having a job. Today I spent the day working on my friend Terry's website. I've got a bit of a prototype put together, although it's not what I want for the final version. Prior to that I was finishing up PIL homework, and biology homework. And of course looking for work. and there goes a week.
Tonight is writing group, and of course I don't have anything written - it's hard enough to blog and anyone reading this knows it hasn't got a plot to worry about. But I'm done half an hour early, so maybe I'll make a pass at working on my mystery novel. Or maybe I'll stare vaguely into space. Not sure.
Tomorrow, well, at least I'm getting ready to make money. I've got one situation where a hard drive got erased, and my pal Ben was very helpful in pointing out some useful utilities. I have to meet with someone about that tomorrow at 9:00 That's a one-shot. I have to go home and collect tax info in order to meet with the tax accountant at 1:00. Then I have a job interview at 4:00 tomorrow. I have another meeting at 9:00 on Thursday, which collides with a prior commitment that I'll have to move to later that day. Oy. If I get offered a job I'm halfway tempted to take a week off beforehand just to rest from being unemployed.
So I've got work lined up - three jobs in fact, of various sizes. I have to GET the jobs, but that doesn't intimidate me. It's doing the jobs, and not tipping over from exhaustion, that's what has me nervous.
If only I could earn big bucks to stay home and clean my office, that would be a fine trick...
Posted by Albatross at January 30, 2007 5:42 PM | TrackBack