One of those days...

I've spent the better part of the time between 9 and 11 am plunged back into the swamp of researching terminology (after two hours of work, I hadn't gotten past 500 words). That, and trying to struggle past some complete idiocy in the source text.

I took a nap, determined to snap out of this rut, but after fifteen minutes, I am ready to heave a brick through the monitor. My progress since 9 am this morning? A whole 1300 words.

I wrote yesterday off as something of an off day, and determined to make today different. The source text is not helping.

Cheers...

Should I stay or should I go?

I'm trying to figure out why I took two naps today.

The first really wasn't a nap. Although my eyes were closed, I don't recall losing consciousness; after 40 minutes, I got up. The second time, I did doze off for a while.

I'm hoping this is an anomaly, related to the fact that I've not been sleeping well.

But there I go, starting to sound like a Cantankerous Old Guy™, yapping about all the stuff that's near and dear and closer to the end of its service life than the beginning.

Sorry 'bout that.

* * *I actually ended up translating a shade over 3,000 words for the day, which is a wholly respectable number under normal circumstances. And according to a seat-of-the-pants spreadsheet I wrote to track my progress on the 40K Job, I am about 3/4 of a day behind schedule.

And since I have more slack than that when it comes to my actual deadline (and since my project manager said she'd see about extending that deadline as a quid pro quo for helping out on a mad rush earlier in the week), I should still be in pretty good shape.

I need to lighten up. That, and get a good night's sleep.

Cheers...