Running start...

Shiloh took the time to come wake me at 5:30 am for a third day in a row. I am not complaining, particularly, as it's nice to have the time after we come back from her "morning constitutional" to sit and think for a while. That, and not having to clean up anything because I ignored her demand to go out.

Yesterday, I translated just a shade more than 2,000 words and sent off a chunk of work I had completed Saturday. I have about 800 words left of the item that needs to be delivered tomorrow, and about 1,300 (oops!) 2,500 more words that should be delivered today.

Today is our last day in the condo and the last day of occupancy by the folks who rented our house here in Pagosa. That makes tomorrow sort of a moving day, just without the added trauma of having to haul lots of stuff halfway around the country. But even without said trauma, the situation does raise the question of just how much work I'll be able to do tomorrow, and indirectly, today as well (since I really haven't raised a finger as far as packing my office is concerned).

So without further ado (and leaving yesterday's visit with the kids and Thumper's Tricky Deliverance as subjects for a later post), I shall re-engage with my muttons, for the nonce.

No-Plan-Survives-Initial-Contact Dept.

The single major problem with crafting an elaborate plan to juggle turning services on, turning others off, keeping medical appointments, picking up merchandise, packing our stuff, moving from the condo to the house, and meeting at least three translation deadlines over the next few days is the truth encapsulated in the well-worn observation:

No plan survives initial contact with the enemy.

The "enemy" in this case is our tenant, who informed our management company today that they will not be able to clear out of the house by tomorrow, and will require two additional days.

I've managed to reconfigure the schedule, I think, but at a cost in nervous energy.

Pressing on... (with ~2900 target words sent and ~800 source words to go!)