Lordie!

…lordie, lordie! How many hours is it between 7 a.m. and 11 p.m.? Only 16? Really?

After tossing off yesterday’s FaM post, I worked until 6:00 p.m. on the client’s book. Then spent the entire evening setting up the Canvas site for the magazine-writing section that starts on March 3. It now has just enough students to make — if one drops between now and then, four hours of free work go down the drain. But if I don’t get started on it now, then I’ll have a bitch of a crush at the last minute.

All of the announcements have to be redone, Spring Break having thrown a monkey-wrench into my carefully calibrated calendar. (Oh! alliteration!!!) That’ll be another hour or two of work. Hope that’s all.

The client is pushing to finish the book before he has to leave the country in two weeks. And last night a new project came in from another client, one of the bright lights of the Far East whom I’m not about to turn down.

Gained another pound overnight, even though I didn’t eat much. That’s two pounds in two days, after Monday’s salt-filled breakfast at IHOP followed by a lunch of pasta and scallops. Am getting exactly zero exercise. The dog is sick and can’t walk far, and I haven’t had time to break loose an hour to go trudging around the neighborhood.

Helles belles. I didn’t even have the energy to brush my teeth before falling into bed last night.