I’ve caught the dreaded cold. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been sick like this? I don’t get sick like this. Oh, I’ll catch a little cold here and there, nothing earth shattering – - but THIS cold is a whopper!
I’m home from work today – sicker than a dog.
I have so much work to do, not for my day job, but for my design/web business. I’m swamped! Which is actually a very, very good thing! The more swamped I am – - the closer I am to taking that step toward total self-employment. Anyways, I’m swamped. My intentions last night were to sit down all night long and work on the projects that I have open at the moment. I was actually intending on closing two of the projects I had open. I was on a roll.
Then, at 7:30 p.m. – I decided to take a small break. Sit down, have coffee with Chris and relax. I laid my head on his shoulder, at one point, and the next thing I knew – I was waking up at 8 a.m. this morning.
Wow. 12 hours of sleep. I called in sick for work today.
Of course, I went to my email this morning with two emails, one from each client, saying “Ummm, any ideas on when we can expect completion?”
Oops.
I finished up those projects this morning and fired them off, begging for forgiveness and explaining my current stuffy nose, coughing, sore throat syndrome. Happily, they emailed back complete understanding — and actually gave me three new referrals for business and I’m off and running again.
There was a story I was going to blog about today – maybe I will a little bit later. It was sparked by a conversation I had with a Social Worker that I work with at the day job . . . we were reminiscing about one of our most difficult cases that we worked on together last summer. The man died the night before I left for my skiing trip to Tahoe – - it was the weirdest death call I’d ever made, from the minute I broke his arm . . . to the end of the call when I was double checking to be sure he was actually dead. I’ll have to remind myself to blog it later.
10:27 am on March 3rd, 2004
I don’t think you’re going to get off that easy, girl.
“…broke his arm…”?!
10:28 am on March 3rd, 2004
Oh, and sorry you are sick.
Feel better soon!
4:38 pm on March 3rd, 2004
And we were just discussing my crappy cold and you said you wanted one so you could stay home – - well you got one. I hope you feel better very soon