gasp... choke...
Lungs all tight, throat all post-nasal-drippy. In short, am coming down with something. Or am being choked to death by some allergy to which I cannot find the source. Laundry is being rewashed tonight, which I hope will help. Could it be that I spent nearly 12 hours yesterday under a combined 18 pounds of cat hair? Possible.
I have to say, I'm fairly disgusted with how little I did on my Thanksgiving break. I got no holiday shopping done at all. I did some minor cleaning, but not nearly as much as needs doing. Saturday Debbie and I were very productive, but yesterday I did NOTHING. Actually, I did do something, but I'm deeply ashamed of it and will refrain from discussing it here.
So, Saturday was Agent Search Redux for Debbie and me. We searched through 90 agent profiles and culled out 38 we thought were good matches. Then I created personalized query letters for the snail mail ones and printed out the materials they wanted. Debbie did the labels and mailing today, while I took care of the 20-odd email queries. In a weird bit of timing, one of the two remaining interested agents from this summer emailed me in the middle of this endeavor to kindly reject us. There's still one out there who has the whole thing, but it's been long enough that we rather expect to be kindly rejected by her as well. Ah well, the beat goes on etc etc.
Must run, as am expected to sit on babies at six. And do laundry.
ETA: Also ventured out on Saturday night to see Walk the Line, which I enjoyed a lot. Being only a novice in the glory of Mr. Cash before seeing the movie, I imagine that there are probably some long-time fans who were unamused, but I found it to be darned good entertainment. And, sure Joaquin was nice to look at and quite good, but man alive, I could not look away from Reese Witherspoon in the late 50's segment. I LOVE that look. If I could look like something else, that would be it.
ETA Again: Argh. The whole point of that first ETA was to say that I sat next to the most annoying woman who text messaged her friends throughout the whole movie. Sound off, but lights flashing and her giggling and grunting over her typing the whole time. I wanted to slap her. And she was also one of those people who goes "No! Go away you bastard!" and "Holy shit, did he just..." at the screen. She needed to be made seriously dead.
I have to say, I'm fairly disgusted with how little I did on my Thanksgiving break. I got no holiday shopping done at all. I did some minor cleaning, but not nearly as much as needs doing. Saturday Debbie and I were very productive, but yesterday I did NOTHING. Actually, I did do something, but I'm deeply ashamed of it and will refrain from discussing it here.
So, Saturday was Agent Search Redux for Debbie and me. We searched through 90 agent profiles and culled out 38 we thought were good matches. Then I created personalized query letters for the snail mail ones and printed out the materials they wanted. Debbie did the labels and mailing today, while I took care of the 20-odd email queries. In a weird bit of timing, one of the two remaining interested agents from this summer emailed me in the middle of this endeavor to kindly reject us. There's still one out there who has the whole thing, but it's been long enough that we rather expect to be kindly rejected by her as well. Ah well, the beat goes on etc etc.
Must run, as am expected to sit on babies at six. And do laundry.
ETA: Also ventured out on Saturday night to see Walk the Line, which I enjoyed a lot. Being only a novice in the glory of Mr. Cash before seeing the movie, I imagine that there are probably some long-time fans who were unamused, but I found it to be darned good entertainment. And, sure Joaquin was nice to look at and quite good, but man alive, I could not look away from Reese Witherspoon in the late 50's segment. I LOVE that look. If I could look like something else, that would be it.
ETA Again: Argh. The whole point of that first ETA was to say that I sat next to the most annoying woman who text messaged her friends throughout the whole movie. Sound off, but lights flashing and her giggling and grunting over her typing the whole time. I wanted to slap her. And she was also one of those people who goes "No! Go away you bastard!" and "Holy shit, did he just..." at the screen. She needed to be made seriously dead.