A charmed existence...

I managed to stumble through the day and finish the <spit> PowerPoint presentation, which will go out tomorrow morning, and another 4,000 or so source words of the PNBJ™. I had been concerned, when I took it, that the job would be one of those slogs that abrade one's soul, and though I'm not out of the woods yet (the upcoming despeckle will require a Kevlar vest, methinks), the family get-together that Galina has planned for Sunday no longer intimidates the heck out of me.

I have dropped below the 8,000 words-to-go mark, and will not be accepting new work for this weekend, that's for sure.

* * *In addition to a daily diet of a podcast lecture from the Collège de France, I am hitting the French flash cards with a vengeance, and looking up sample sentences on the 'net for words I do not know, since copying a real, live sentence is probably a better idea than making up potentially error-laden prose on my own.

* * *In between everything else, sometime this afternoon, Galina directed my attention at Nicky (aka "Leon) and Zora as they took their leisure in preparation for another long night of mousing.


Cheers...