One long day...

Of which not much remains.

The usual stuff, except for an intriguing email from a new company offering me work at way below my usual rate, and I'm listening.

That, and a no-go from the company that had sent me those miserable standards: I'm too expensive, they said, wondering if I'd be willing to edit.

Fat chance of that. Editing is always a worse deal than translating, at least for this translator.

Shannon's parents picked up dinner at the Shanghai last night, where they, the kids, and I had gathered to celebrate Drew's birthday. I overate, unfortunately, which means I'll likely fast tomorrow.

Time to go to bed.

Cheers...