Reaching out to nature...

When Shiloh was let out onto the verandah this morning, she looked out over her domain and found a small herd of deer grazing not far from the house.

Dog and deer gazed at each other for the several seconds it took me to grab my camera, and then the deer decided that discretion was the better part of valor and started to move away. I took this shot through the verandah door.

Shiloh then barked, but I'm not sure why. Was it to make sure the intruders didn't come back? Or was it a plea to return?

Cheers...

Time to turn to...

Somehow, despite a bunch of interruptions, I managed to whittle 5800 words down to just over 1200, which even if I don't touch fingertip to keyboard the rest of the day still makes tomorrow's noon deadline completely feasible. (This, after informing the client of a possible delay in delivery, which seemed a good idea at the time, but then I ask myself: Why did I do that?)

The question occurs to me because informing clients of potential problems is always a touchy subject.

You see, on the one hand, clients tell you to let them know as soon as possible if anything threatens their deadline, but it's all lip service.

In actuality, clients don't want additional heartache in their life, so unless you plan on completely tanking an assignment (due to circumstances beyond your control, naturally) it's probably best to keep mum about midstream problems, even if it results in a late notification.

The answer to the question is very likely this: I was probably hoping they'd reassign the last document, which looks worse every time I look at it. Still, if I make tomorrow's noon deadline, making the following day's deadline shouldn't be too much of a problem. <crosses fingers>

And now I must go get ready for dinner out with Galina and some friends.

Cheers...