Just when I think everything is under control, I get an email with a subject line: Help. This email is from my editor.
In other words, this can’t be good.
What ensues is a flurry of phone calls, one as far away as Texas, to get two more stories done by end of day tomorrow. And of course, there are other balls in the air. So far, not a single call has been returned. I can only hope that things fall into place. History shows that they usually do – but do I need this kind of stress?
I implied to my editor that I don’t – and that we find a way not to have this become a habit. I think she is on-side. IN th meantime, I am trying to line everything up. Yeah – sigh.
I am STILL taking Monday off as well as Tuesday. Priorities – keeping them straight.
Anything else? Sure – I felt triumphant today when I installed IOS Yosemite and mastered (bested) the white screen of death. Ha! Take that Apple! Me: 1 TEchnology: 0!
And now I am going to try to relax for the rest of the evening because there is really nothing more I can do until tomorrow. The highlight will be dinner: almost two pounds of chanterelles with home fries. Does a meal get any better than that?