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"From there on it was all downhill...."
Sep. 14th, 2011 08:23 pm(Damn. WHAT is that a quote from? Some kind of comedy album, I'm guessing....)
I started my morning with a blogroll containing the following remark:
I’m working through the first round of revisions handed to me by my wonderful editor now.
Said W.E. would be me:) Despite being way overdue on getting such revisions out, and being behind any number of additional 8-balls and other pool-ish balls on my desk for work.
From that high point, it was definitely the impending season of Fall. I cranked away for an hour or so on a thoroughly detailed, technical, and (face it) borrrrrr-innnng set of papers due next week, before departing for the first of my three appointments today. The first two (plus a quick trip to a third, onetime client to get a signature on a routine document) were in Rochester between noonish and twoish. Except that "in Rochester" doesn't really begin to describe it.
Some of us were discussing Umlauts earlier. Don't ask. Just know that the basic design of the Rochester highway system is rather Umlautish:
See how the 390-590 combination kinda forms a U around the city? Well, Stop One (the green pushpin marked "A") is on the far left side of the U and more than half the way up (and I actually went to a spot in between, kinda putting the dot-dots on the U, to get the quickie document signed, so I wound up even further up that end of the arc before getting there close to 1:00). Where, before my very eyes, my client disappeared. He was talking with someone in his office parking lot, which I chose not to interrupt, and by the time I got back to my car and got stuff for him out of my car, he was gone. I left it and loop-de-looped all the way up to Stop Two (the red pushpin that isn't marked "B" for some odd reason). That took longer than expected, although it went reasonably well, and I then had almost exactly 70 minutes to zoom back to my office in B-lo for a third and final appointment.
After all that, and some end-day errands, I was a whipped little camper. There was no chance of staying in Rachacha for the Carbon Leaf show there tonight, although they will also be here in an evening or so, which I haven't ruled out, yet.
And now I still have several more sections of edits calling out to me. We'll see if I'm lucid enough to pull them off.
I started my morning with a blogroll containing the following remark:
I’m working through the first round of revisions handed to me by my wonderful editor now.
Said W.E. would be me:) Despite being way overdue on getting such revisions out, and being behind any number of additional 8-balls and other pool-ish balls on my desk for work.
From that high point, it was definitely the impending season of Fall. I cranked away for an hour or so on a thoroughly detailed, technical, and (face it) borrrrrr-innnng set of papers due next week, before departing for the first of my three appointments today. The first two (plus a quick trip to a third, onetime client to get a signature on a routine document) were in Rochester between noonish and twoish. Except that "in Rochester" doesn't really begin to describe it.
Some of us were discussing Umlauts earlier. Don't ask. Just know that the basic design of the Rochester highway system is rather Umlautish:
See how the 390-590 combination kinda forms a U around the city? Well, Stop One (the green pushpin marked "A") is on the far left side of the U and more than half the way up (and I actually went to a spot in between, kinda putting the dot-dots on the U, to get the quickie document signed, so I wound up even further up that end of the arc before getting there close to 1:00). Where, before my very eyes, my client disappeared. He was talking with someone in his office parking lot, which I chose not to interrupt, and by the time I got back to my car and got stuff for him out of my car, he was gone. I left it and loop-de-looped all the way up to Stop Two (the red pushpin that isn't marked "B" for some odd reason). That took longer than expected, although it went reasonably well, and I then had almost exactly 70 minutes to zoom back to my office in B-lo for a third and final appointment.
After all that, and some end-day errands, I was a whipped little camper. There was no chance of staying in Rachacha for the Carbon Leaf show there tonight, although they will also be here in an evening or so, which I haven't ruled out, yet.
And now I still have several more sections of edits calling out to me. We'll see if I'm lucid enough to pull them off.