Thursday, Dec. 21, 2006
The Fine Art of Hacking Your Lungs Up
Am I dead yet?
Remember what I said about the Zicam? I lied. Oh, it probably is easing things a little, but this cold started kicking my ass in a HUMONGOUS way yesterday, as we (translate: *I*) drove 320 miles round-trip for a client who left his employees to tell us what he wanted - and didn't bother to leave us a check either to pay us for his existing balance or for our trip there.
Needless to say, neither MC nor I were overly thrilled with this client yesterday. We agree that on that note, we'll be billing him for the trip (which turned out to be ridiculously unnecessary, adding insult to injury) and we will NOT be doing another thing to his website until he pays us everything he owes us.
Without those funds, we'll be scraping pennies to go to the Phoenix area for Christmas. I won't say we won't be able to cover the costs, but considering we've also got to come up with a payment just a few days later to cover the electric bill here, I'm now officially worried. (No, WildRosie, I didn't forget.) And that doesn't count some OTHER personal bills coming due shortly thereafter.
Today was a blur of dropping off one resume, mailing out two more, and meeting a local woman in Scary Vista to pick up a Freecycle item, only when we got there and discovered we both were writers, our two-minute exchange ended up lasting nearly two hours and resulted in a promise to make it a monthly occurrence.
She brought up some excellent ideas and we talked about a possible future collaboration.
All in all, it was well worth the trip, though by the time we left I was getting too woozy to really focus on what was being said. MC and I made two more quick stops and then I drove home by the Braille method. You know the one: hitting the bumps on one side, then steering the other way until you hit the bumps on the other side. After arriving safely home in spite of that, I just crawled into bed with a book and pretended there really weren't a bazillion things left undone while I lazed the afternoon away.
Speaking of which, I am going to crawl back into bed, I think. I'm pretty much useless at the moment anyway and tomorrow will be a full day, sick or not. I still haven't wrapped a single present, haven't made the fudge yet, and still haven't gotten 00's painting done. The painting may actually get finished after I get to the Phoenix area, but so help me I WILL get it finished!
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )