Things have a way of getting out of hand...

The day started out with 1873 words to go, but by the time I got finished with The Routine Stuff™ and A Genuine Emergency™, I find that it's a few minutes after 3 pm and...

...I still have 1873 words to go. All due tomorrow.

Not quite the Monday for the record books, but a solid recent contender!

In other news, it occurred to me yesterday that one of the person "pegs" I've created to aid in memorization—Lawrence Sterne—just wasn't carrying his weight, so to speak. The whole purpose of using a person as a mnemonic aid is the ability to visualize that person (if you think about—visualize—the title of Joshua Foer's Moonwalking with Einstein, you'll know what I mean).

I originally picked Sterne because he fit the bill mnemonically (I needed someone whose initials were L.S.). But I can no better visualize Sterne than I can juggle operating chainsaws.

So I replaced him.

With Lisbeth Salander.

(I can do that. My memory palace, my rules.)

I'll let you know how that works out. In the meantime... it's back to the face!

Cheers...

Count-My-Blessings Dept.....

As a marvelous example of how not to do things ("Fire! Aim! Ready!"), I finally visited the Payment Practices web site to look up an outfit out of Chicago—it would be Chicago (go figure)—that does business as Cosmopolitan Translation Bureau, for whom I did a couple of small jobs a while back, the invoices for which remain unpaid.

Had I done that before undertaking work for them, I would never have agreed to do it, as Cosmopolitan apparently has quite a long history of non-payment. I've sent them a reminder, just for the heck of it, but I won't be terribly surprised to hear nothing back.

The good news is that the adverse financial impact due to this faux pas of mine is not so large as to make me cringe.

File this also in the Lessons-Learned Dept....