Plodding through the words...

I spent time today on three projects, the third of which really left me drained, as it involves translating a patent for a certain kind of valve you'd find on a rocket. The thing that got to me was a very long list of very long sentences (by which I mean sentences that my 9th grade English teacher would deem run-on sentences, but which apparently make perfect sense in the patent world).

Throw in the fact that the sentences are replete with nouns that have a good half-dozen or so different translations, and the fact that—as I go along—I find that my initial choice of translation should probably been some other term, well... you get the picture.

Galina finally pulled into the driveway sometime in the early afternoon, and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. I had been feeling guilty about "abandoning" her in New York for the purpose of getting back to Houston in time to get my chemo prescription refilled, and that, during the drive back home, she had somehow gotten turned around (Dude... sorry... this is the brutally frank evil part of you speaking. "Turned around"? You've been married to the woman for 40 years this December and you are well aware of her navigational skills. "Turned around"? You may as well blame a penguin for its inability to do differential calculus. Deponent kicks that door shut and further saith not...)

The next few days are well and truly spoken for. I must avoid distractions. That said, I ought to make time to make a run or two to the Webster house.

Cheers...