My my, what a day.
I finished two work assignments today. TWO. And this, after I had overslept this morning (no thanks to you, acetaminophen), and with a lunch invitation by my mallu friend thrown in. I had woken up in abject terror of having to ask my client for another day to deliver.
I finished both assignments. And well too. Yay me.
Thoughts of the day:
- My obsession with keeping time seems to be going out of hand. This morning, I mis-saw (if that is possible) the time as 10.30 AM instead of 9.30, and ran around like a maniac, to get my house chores done before I left for the lunch meeting at 11.30. I was ready at the dot of what I thought was 11.30, which was actually only 10.30. The good thing was that I got an extra hour to sit with my document, but the panic was totally unnecessary. My kid rolls her eyes at me (she does that a lot these days) and says “you really need help with your time madness, amma”. Easy for her to say. She wakes up every morning at 7.32 to be out of the house at 8 AM.
- I must start waking up early. Every day, my alarm rings at 6 AM, but I am not out of bed until 6.45. Not good, considering the earlier point. This morning’s 8 AM was the effect of Calpol that I had for my migraine last night, but other mornings are not very better.
- The female body is such a sensitive machine that within moments of the great liberation, the hormones disappear into the great wide open, birds chirp, bees buzz, God’s in his heaven and all is right with the world. It is amazing how much havoc a 200 gram organ can cause inside the head. I am impressed.
- I often write for a client, on topics that I either have no personal opinion about, or in fact, have opinions starkly opposing what the client wants. Yet, every week, I write a thousand words of what he wants. I tell myself that the true talent of a writer is her ability to write and convince others of stuff she herself may not believe in. But a voice in the corner calls me a word-pimp.
Tomorrow promises to be just as busy as today was. Two assignments to finish. But those are relatively easy (if a little boring).