I thought of a brilliant post
but I’m not sure if I have time to write it…
I have today and tomorrow and then I’m away for two weeks – Istanbul with the daughter then a holiday to get over it.
My word of the day – maybe even the year – is “heroic” and when I look at what I want to do and the time left to do it, heroic just about sums it up.
Three major pieces of work, two with worthwhile one-off fees to look forward to and another number of increasingly important tasks of which two would be better done than not.
So that means around 2-3 hours each even with evening working maximum unless I let it run into the bank holiday weekend – which COULD be done but I would prefer not to in view of calls on that time already promised with family.
With Boris Godunov, Mussorgsky’s famous opera pounding out from the speakers with all its darkness and sense of futility it’s NOT the easiest background to pleasant working.
But well worth a listen none the less…
Talking of which, Shakespeare’s King Lear is on the TV on Monday. I’ll be in Istanbul but (power cuts permitting) the PVR will be hard at work.
The reason – well, one of the reasons – time is vanishing is digging people out of deep holes of their own making. Which, when they’re not the world’s best from a payment perspective, does make me wonder whether they should be a client or not.
Really nice people, really good product, occasional cash flow “issues” (my other word of the year – so much nicer than problems), totally chaotic in business. Hmmm…
Add into the mix a visit (long arranged) to north east Derbyshire (how can Derbyshire NOT be in the spellchecker???), the tiredness of the drive there and back, Lorraine having her second cataract operation (went well I’m glad to say, collected her just before writing this – if pirates had perspex eye covers, she’d be just like a pirate), the general anxiety of doing anything with the daughter (we go Monday and I’m pretty sure the airport hotel question is not yet resolved – she’s trying to blag something but I want something near the terminal with a shuttle service. Don’t remember if I mentioned about our family trip to Madrid – she oh so nearly missed the flight, if her mother hadn’t been so good at procrastinating at the gate she’d have been on a different flight).
So, nice straightforward, peaceful, unstressful day – or not.
Oh, and I’ve already used well over my 2-3 hours for the first task.
Okay I wasn’t expecting it to be a five minute job and one could consider it non-essential BUT, if I DON’T do it now it gets left another year and it becomes a whole day job coz there are a few quirks and complications and it’s hard enough remembering now at one year remove, let alone another twelve months on top of that…
Oh well, back to the grindstone.