It was past 11 am this morning when the new work arrived. I was starting to sweat a bit at about that point, as the promised 3,000 words is typically a full day's work, and getting it late in the day would mean... you get the picture.
Anyway, when it arrived, it was nowhere near what had been represented... and I'm not particularly complaining. The word count, as it turned out, was closer to 1,000. At any rate, I did it and just sent it off.
My Houston stint starts up again next Monday, from midnight to 8:30 am every night for 14 days (um, nights). I'll be working with Mark L., who's a good guy, but then again, I can't think of anyone who I've worked with down there who isn't a good guy or gal.
Since I need to bring another load of stuff back from the Pearland house (and since I get reimbursed for miles driven), I've decided to drive down to Houston and back again. If nothing else, the drive will give me a chance to think and, strange as it may seem, to relax. Plus I can use the cash.
Drew gave me yell about three hours ago, it turned out that HBO was replaying all of the episodes of Band of Brothers to date, in a kind of marathon session. We picked up the viewing about 20 minutes from the end of the first episode, and then I stuck around to watch episodes two and three.
I recall sitting down with the book by Steve Ambrose at the Barnes & Noble down in Houston, and note that this dramatization is a completely different animal from your run-of-the-mill based-on movies. When I get down there next week, I'll take another look at the book, and maybe take a copy home.
In any event - returning to the subject of going to Houston - I plan right now to leave on Friday, which will put me in Houston late Saturday, which will give me a day to slam-shift my schedule to work nights and sleep days.
That gives me three days to finish filing my taxes. Yikes.
Cheers...
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