Not dead. Busy.

I had an emergency edit dumped in my lap, and in my off-hours I’ve been creating HRH’s on-line CV and portfolio.

It’s humid again, people are stupid, my allergies are acting up, and I’m cranky because I haven’t been allowed to wake up by my own internal clock for a week. Chocolate does not help. Caffeine does not help. Dad’s pinot noir does not help. Salt does not help. Nor does tea of any kind.

And I have to be perky tonight for the open house.