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| I'm reading the new Rozen and Oz book, You: Being Beautiful. I like these guys' books. They're not for the squeamish, because always full of intense detail on how your body works. So far in this book I've read about skin and hair. They give practical advice for taking care of your skin and hair, with huge magnifications of cross-sections showing glands and stuff. Also little cartoon characters. If your idea of a beauty book is based on Vogue articles, you won't like this book. But if you want to know the dire consequences of pulling nose hairs (I know, I know... apparently it's something guys do), then this book will tell you boldly.
Most of the things that have to do with taking care of skin and hair I knew before -- exfoliate, use sunscreen, leave your hair alone -- but I had no idea about ear hairs or people who compulsively pull their hair out.
Today I have a couple of fairly big writing projects, two phone meetings, and more grading of papers. I really need to do a GTD processing, too.
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|  Here's the view out my door this morning.
The next picture is where I teach, and then I also have a picture of the road in between, once the sun came up properly.
It's been snowing ever since I took these pictures this morning, so by now it's lots snowier, but I'm not going out in it.
I've been averaging about two new assignments a day, I think, but today I got three completely new jobs, plus a couple of new things from old or continuing people and calls from some regulars.
One of my IT guys called me to say that he wanted me to care about him and worry about him.
I assured him that I do indeed care.
"You're not a developer," he informed me. "Sometimes you have to have things explained to you really simply."
I agreed with him.
He told me that he still wanted to work things out.
From his side of the conversation, it probably sounded like an extremely weird bf/gf call.
"No wonder those computer guys are all single," passersby were probably saying to one another.
I'm joining him and all his developers for a meeting tomorrow.
"We're all getting together tomorrow. You can come if you want," he said. "We'll all get up and say where we're from and present." I had a momentary fear that he was expecting me to fly there. "Get together" and "get up" sound so physical world, don't they?
Then I returned to my senses, fortunately before I said anything that would remind him again that I wasn't a developer. So I'm meeting with him and the lads tomorrow, virtually. I have no idea what I'll say if I have to get up and present.
"Hi," perhaps, "I'm the woman in this outfit. I really care about all you guys."
However, one of the new things was an invitation to come and speak to a group in the next county south of here. It's a terrifying drive, but good for networking, prestige, local contacts, and they're paying me, so I'll need to do it. Maybe I'll take a cab. Or if I start right now I could walk there.
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| I have some good things to report. Yesterday, for example, it started snowing while I was in class in the Next County, and I didn't panic and dismiss class or even worry through the rest of the class. It stopped snowing, and I drove home on the freeway with no particular trepidation. Considering the degree of phobic response to snow and driving and freeways I've had in the past, I think that's quite good. Also, the Wii Fit tells me that I haven't missed a day in three weeks, which I think is also good.
But the Wii Fit also told me that I didn't meet my goal -- I haven't lost weight. I'm seriously behind on things like housework, household paperwork, and other aspects of daily life. My car's tags have expired. My menfolks are cross with me about the lack of domestic attention, and I don't like them much at all today. I haven't done the 1099s or the FAFSA, haven't looked at any music, and have missed rehearsals. I have approximately eleventy-two ungraded papers waiting for me. I also have one more lesson for the arts center, which I have begun repeatedly this week, only to have it interrupted by sudden needs and crises on the parts of various clients.
So here it is Saturday. Would it be best to work today, in hopes of getting all caught up on that, or to work hard on domestic chores in hopes of getting all caught up on that, or to relax in hopes of recharging my batteries as it were, or to go for a hike or something in hopes of feeling more energetic about doing all those things I need to do?
There's some kind of chocolate festival going on at the mall; I should probably report on that for the chocolatier. It would give me another opportunity to work on my phobia. That sounds jolly, doesn't it?
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| We're having a foggy, rainy morning. I'll be driving up to the next county for my class. Also finishing up a set of lessons for the arts center, and probably doing some catalog work for the chocolatier.
I still get a pretty steady two job offers a day, and one of yesterday's was from a web guy in Minneapolis. I already have a client in Fargo, and he's also a web guy, Are those two towns too close together? Will they be competitors? Should I refuse on those grounds?
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