It’s good that it’s Friday

It’s good that it’s Friday. I went to bed at 9 last night, trying to read this one book, but all I did was drift off to sleep land. That’s something like 10 hours of shut eye, straight through. I would guess then that I’m not cut out for a traditional office job. I spent the better part of yesterday chipping away at one web problem then another. In the time in between, though, there was over a 100 messages from the ACS list. It’s an astrology publication service, what used to be one of the most respected names in the business, but judging from the fact that they don’t really know how to set up a mailing list, I wonder if it’s still that industry leader. It’s deadline time again, and with the absolutely perfect weather lately, I’ve got to work in some Lake Time, for my mental well–being. Which is more important? The publishing deadline? Or time away from the keyboard, amongst the little furry critters in the hinterlands? And I’ve just got to get the Jackalope pictures up, too.