The ides of March used to be a day for celebration. But then Julius Caesar had to ruin all that by getting murdered and everything. I mean, seriously, what’s up with that?
I didn’t sleep at all well last night, maybe because of the change over to Daylight Savings Time, and I felt lousy enough this morning that I called (or, rather, e-mailed) in sick. It’s not something I like doing, but I actually spent a good part of the day doing what I would have had I gone into the office — namely, reading the last revised chapter in that book I want to get off my desk and into production before I head off to San Jose next week. With luck, I’ll finish marking it up tomorrow, and with luck it won’t need much marking up. Then I’ll e-mail it back to the author, who will look it over and let me know if he’s okay with my final edits.
Other than that, it was a boring day spent mostly reading and listening to the DVD commentary on John Carpenter’s The Thing. I’m going to make sure I get a good night’s sleep tonight and head into the office tomorrow.
Sorry to hear that you weren’t feeling well today!