Today I think I managed to convince myself that it was Friday. I know that I’ve only worked three days this week, and tomorrow is, in point of fact, Thursday. But taking a four-day weekend can play tricks with your mind. Right this minute, I’m perfectly happy to let it do so.
The day was pretty much the same old thing as yesterday and the day before. I met briefly with my boss and another editor to discuss an interesting potential new project, which it seems to have fallen to me to research and follow up on. Which wouldn’t be so bad — not bad at all, really — if there wasn’t a deadline looming over the first part of the research and so few office hours between now and then. My boss would like to have something put together before he travels to England to meet with his boss, and that’s in the first week of December. I’m out the two days this week, then two more days next week because of Thanksgiving, so I don’t have as much time as I might like — for something that probably won’t be difficult, but could be time-consuming. It’s a good thing, then, that the photo research I’ve been working to finalize this week is all but done…provided, of course, we don’t run into any problems with the licensing.
I have no great plans for the weekend, beyond a dentist checkup tomorrow evening. I hope to do some reading, some writing, and, if push comes to shove, some arithmetic. Maybe even a little research on that project. (I brought my notes home.)
But don’t hold me to that.
