Up at 4 am...

...and I've been that way since 2 o'clock.

I hit the rack at 10 pm (after watching the season finale of my other favorite show, NCIS) and repeatedly dreamed I was translating the same ambiguous and nonsensical sentence.

This sort of thing generally only occurs when I'm sick with fever, but apparently, the pressure of finishing the item due in a mere 5 hours from now was enough to keep me from a sound sleep.

At any rate, I've finished the translation and most of the despeckling. I have a few figures to deal with and some formatting details, after which addio to the translation.

I'm going to seriously need some time later today to do invoices.

Cheers...

Not the optimum situation, but what can you do?

The translation is going out the data pipe as I tap this out.

As it turns out, I was spot on with my estimate of ~3 hr to complete the job, but at least now I can maybe get in some quality rack time.

The snow has largely melted, having fallen in a quantity insufficient to overcome the heat contained in the soil. Hooray for physics!

The pillow calls...

One of life's little observations...

There is something fundamentally wrong when one lives in the Northern hemisphere, in a generally temperate region, and one hears snow falling off one's roof at this time of the year!

The snow came back and was falling with big, wooly flakes this morning, and sticking wherever it didn't come into contact with the ground (i.e., on trees, bushes, cars, concrete parking pads, verandahs—and oh, yeah, rooftops).

The roof shedding its load gives another meaning to "the sound of falling snow," y'know?

Work came in, work went out, and I've been amusing myself by catching up on my invoicing, which I have neglected for far too long.

There's still work in the pipe, but not of the need-it-yesterday kind I've been dealing with over the past few days. (Still, if I don't deal with it this weekend, it will become the need-it-yesterday kind of job I don't really need in my immediate future.)

Cheers...

Catch-22—sort of—only squared and cubed...

I was going to write about my, um, enlightening experience dealing with the Division of Motor Vehicles, but describing it all would be like reliving it, and who needs that? The short story is this: There seems to be no way to actually talk to a human there, and since the automated recordings emphatically and repeatedly stress how privacy is a concern and how DMV won't talk to you if you're not the citizen who needs to talk to someone (Galina's in New York, sans paperwork)... it's a little—frustrating, especially when one's case is not so clear cut (they want almost $100 to reinstate a suspended license that shouldn't have been suspended to begin with).

I am confident that we shall muddle through, however.

* * *In other news, in light of my work load over the past few days (and the fact that the fridge was about empty), I treated myself to a lunch "out" today. After I got back, via the grocery store, fatigue overcame me and so I lay down and napped in that hugely sub-optimal post-3-o'clock time slot, which I describe in that way because—if the past is any indicator—it pretty much means I'm not going to fall asleep until well after midnight tonight.

That's okay, since I have things I can be doing (and it's not as if the past 24 hours have been anything but normal, either).

Cheers...