I didn’t sleep terrifically well last night, thanks to some odd (and at times oddly violent) dreams, and I was reminded throughout the day why I prefer taking Fridays off from work and taking a three-day weekend. Alas, that’s not always an option.
For the most part, today was the same as yesterday in terms of work, copying the edits I’ve made to the art therapy manuscript to the electronic files I’ll send back to the author. As much as I’m a fan of e-books (and I am), I still find editing much easier with a red pen on a printed page.
I actually have an early start of it tomorrow, so I think I’m just going to turn in for the night. Here’s to more run-of-the-mill dreams.
Hope you’re having a PG rated sleep.
Wait.
That sounded kind of creepy.
You know what I mean.