Yesterday I learned that one of my ongoing projects has been cancelled, so I won’t be writing for that client in the foreseeable future. It’s kind of a drag. I’d become attached to that project. It was mine and no one else’s, which made me the resident authority on writing those types of articles. The client also liked my writing, so I could count on getting at least one e-mail a month from a satisfied customer. It felt good. Ah, well. There’ll be other work.
I’m home sick today with what I’d thought were allergies, but might be a really prolonged cold. I’m torn between getting some work done in pajama-wearing and tea-drinking comfort, reading from a stack of books that’s been growing at an alarming rate, or giving up on brainwork entirely and watching Spider-Man 2 on DVD.
The directions on this bag of Echinacea tea say to let it steep for 10-15 minutes. But FYI, if you forget and leave it in there for an hour, it’s still good. True fact.