I've just spent a chunk of time running a contract through FineReader, with surprisingly good results, except when it comes to formatting the output. For some unknowable reason, the program decided to embed manual returns at the end of each line of only some paragraphs, font sizes and page margins varied all over the parking lot, and I'm not sure I'll won't run into unpleasantness when I actually start working on the monster (~8500 source words). Then again, the source file was not of the best quality (the font sizes do look different on different pages, and I had to correct the bottom right-hand corner of each page manually, because the text was overlaid by a corporate seal).
Otherwise, I've completed four short items for the new client, leaving the contract and three short items to go.
I felt odd today before the work arrived. I didn't want to be at home; I didn't want to be at the store; I didn't want to drive around; I didn't particularly want to socialize. Malaise might be a good word to describe the feeling, or maybe it was depression, I don't know. I did manage to stay at the store from opening until about 11:15 am, whereupon I split for the rec center, where I ended up doing 16 laps of the pool (not all at once, though I did try to do 2 laps before resting).
In the middle of it all, this older gent comes by the pool, trundling an oxygen tank - now that's an attention-getter! - and wearing a bathing suit. He stops at the deep end (5 feet) and tosses a length of plastic tubing from the tank into the water like he's going crab fishing. Then he eases himself into the water, dons his nasal cannula, and starts exercising... at least I think he was exercising.
I felt pretty good when I finished in the pool, and almost sorry to leave the rec center, but it was a good thing I did, because upon coming home and checking email, it became clear that the logjam of work had been broken.
Cheers...
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