Just a short update post today. I unexpectedly was offered a freelance job late last week editing a graduate student’s dissertation. The dissertation is due to the student’s committee members this coming weekend, so I am busy, busy, busy from now until then trying to juggle my regular job, my freelance job, and hmm, what else? Oh that’s right, being a mother to my wild 3-year-old.
Though I wasn’t looking for a freelance job, I figured I should take it because, although it’s a lot of work, it will be over by the end of the week and it pays. Certainly, our budget will appreciate my efforts since lately it seems we’ve been doing our best to thumb our noses at it and its restrictions. OR since lately it seems we’ve been taking it behind the bleachers and beating the crap out of it. OR lining it up and executing it. OR shoving it into a plane for a full air raid only to have the enemy shoot the plane out of the sky where it plummets, twisting in a ball of smoke and fire, and then crashes into a farmhouse where a beleaguered family, quietly praying over what would be their final meal, takes the shrieking wreckage full force, and dies, instantly.
Those of you who know Mark will not be surprised to learn that he wrote that last sentence.