
It's been a difficult day, albeit not a lonely one.
Brady came to work today, to help me and Jody. I actually didn't do a heck of a lot until the end of the day, when the two of them were gone. Getting up at oh-dark-thirty is not the best way to start a day like this.
All day long, all I could think about was Galina and Drew. How were they doing? Were they safe? In short, I was a basket case for most of the day.
Around 5 pm Feht comes into the store, and tells me he'd just left his mother, who had just moved into Pagosa's one and only (I think) nursing home. His mother is as healthy as a horse, they say, so the facility was very happy to see her, says Feht.
We went out to dinner at the Shanghai, mostly to let Feht blow off steam. That, combined with my lunch at the same restaurant earlier today, has my eyes doing an MSG-induced fandango in my sockets. I've steadily spent all my time since coming home either feeding the dogs or focusing on an attempt to install TWiki on a public server.
Thank goodness for clients who feel obligated to pay far in advance of the "industry-standard" 30 days. (Yes, I know, in Italy, the "standard" interval for translators ranges from 90 to 120 days... but I don't live in Italy. Yet. But I digress...) The direct client from a couple of weeks ago has already paid, and my best client sent her latest check two days ago, and it arrived today.
The summary of work for April totals out at a few grand short of 100,000 words, which bodes well for the next month, and it's nice to have a couple of days off (especially since I'm in the store the rest of this week, pretty much), but hopefully, May and onward will soon start to be fruitful.
I am definitely babbling. Time to go to sleep.
Cheers...