Not quite according to plan...

I returned from the store around 1 pm and translated until 3 pm, at a pretty good clip. Unfortunately, by 3 pm I was pretty shot, so I lay down to take a nap.

What alarms me about this whole thing is that by 3, I was starting to get real sloppy with the translation. What I mean by that is this: Sometimes, when I'm on a roll, I'll stick a '[?]' right after things I'm not 100% sure about, so I can go on with the flow instead of interrupting my stream of thought to go look things up. By 3 pm, my work [?] was beginning [?] to look [?] like this [?], and I felt I had no energy to Do The Right Thing. I think it's called exhaustion.

So I took a nap.

Since getting up, I've spent some time with Huntur, who is slowly getting over her... lack of recognition of me, and I've done another page of the job. The job is, well, the job, but Huntur is quite a character, and almost a year old. (That gives me pause. It seemed my kids grew up in hardly any time at all... now it seems as if someone has punched the fast-forward on my life!) She seems to laugh heartily when I give out with a Bronx cheer (and the fruitier the cheer, the heartier the laugh, so you can imagine the state of my... well, no need to go into detail, is there?).

Anyway, the last phone call I fielded on Friday was from the client I'm doing the current document for, and they're cool with a Tuesday morning deadline. I'm cool with it too, except I'd hoped to be able to keep the day free for just doing nothing. As of now, I've done about half of what I wanted to get done today, but the rest of the family is upstairs, and I think I'm going to go join them, and if I end up working on Monday, then so be it.

Maybe I'll just take my free time whenever I can. I'm going upstairs.

Cheers...