So, now not only do I sometimes have to scan in photos from a newspaper article to use in a high-quality print form (in case you don't know, newspaper photos are some of the lowest resolution images you'll ever see, sometimes even "web graphics" are better), I now have to scan in color copies of newspapers (see Analog Copy Degradation). Must... restrain... fist... of death.
Yesterday was busy, busy, busy, but for no real particular reason. The little things opened wide their leviathanian mouths and gorged themselves on all my time. And this weekend doesn't look much different. I should do photos of the work we're doing outside. This weekend will involve stone work (which I need to pick up some more on the way home tonight).
After a healthy start on Monday, the writing has only dribbled out since then. Late meetings on Monday and Tuesday, along with some other stuff I can't talk about yet (and not in the good ZOMG News! kind of way, mostly in the soul sucking kind of way) pretty much sapped me out of energy this week. And now, since I've committed myself to applying to Viable Paradise, I'm a little freaked out at it. The goblins are howling and gibbering in the back of my head. I haven't had them for a long time. Add in the whole "this may break the bank" front brain thinking and it's a triple psychic-whammy.
Hopefully I can work like mad tonight, and then tomorrow, so I have Sunday to write like crazy. It's past noon and I haven't even checked the weather outside yet.
So, how's the digital TV signal conversion going for everybody?