Yesterday proved one of those days of constant surprises. It started with a site update that turned into a flurry of wannabe clients using the new forms to inundate me with crazy requests. Next was the loss of a purse by an elderly neighbor who begged my help. (Found the purse, no problem, and, no, she shouldn’t scold herself. For heaven’s sake, I forget where I lay my keys three seconds after laying them down. Wish you could “call” keys like you do a lost cell so you could track them down.) Then came the call that a little boy very near and dear to us almost choked to death. Next was the pissed off nineteen-year-old little brother. There was the student in need of advisement. And last but not least was this very odd email wanting to know how much I’d sell zentao.com for. Very suspicious, this last, because the emailer claims his name is John Y Chu, suspiciously close to author, prankster, and friend John Chew. And of course there’s Dr. Mononculous and the Million Writers Award race.
I didn’t get much scratched off my to-do list, I went to bed when I usually get up, and got up this morning five hours later than usual to lukewarm coffee. Still need to make fresh…which is where I’m off to now. Then it’s back at the list.
Oh, the boys got that 85k+ job — congrats, all. Good job. Now to build it. *grin*