Yes, I know this title is a non sequitur. Don’t care. It’s been one of those nothing-makes-sense kinds of weeks anyway.
The place is moving along at a better clip. Still slow, but better. Once the floors are in, the only thing remaining before move-in is baseboards. In theory those should go quickly, but theories don’t take into account a sloooooow hubby. I love him dearly but we’re polar opposites in that sense. It makes me insane the amount of procrastination that’s happened on this place. It has cost us SO much money, it’s sickening.
I’ve got a couple of book cover projects in the works, and still owed money on another. I need to re-bill my customer who’s been riding for about six months now. I’m also going to have to help one poor girl with her manuscript formatting. It’s a professional book and the manuscript was formatted by a mutual friend who knows NOTHING about the process. It looks atrocious and absolutely has to be fixed. The writer is a therapist, for God’s sake. She should know better. I think she probably does, but doesn’t know how to start.
The hubby is hounding me to get some more of our stuff up on Etsy. I will, but today was a complete loss. I was so shaky and so sick I couldn’t function, spent most of the day lying down and achieving zilch. A lot of it is stress related. I’m afraid we’ll run out of money before I can get working, and that would be tragic. It was also preventable. See aforementioned procrastination.
I’ve got to go pick my daughter up from work, which isn’t fun thanks to busted blisters on the bottom of my foot. I’ve tried bandaging them – no help. Trying now to leave them open and hope they’ll dry out. So far they’ve just been an itchy and painful mess. We’re talking about nearly the entire arch of one foot. Yuck. But I can’t drive barefoot so I am hoping to sneak by with bedroom slippers. Wish me luck.