The good news: It’s returned to wintry weather here on the Western Slope so I can go a few more days without raking up the fallen leaves in the yards. I like snow but dislike raking this time of year when the result will be a couple hundred gallons of leaves and the bother of bagging them.
The bad news: I’ve a bad tooth and an infection between it and my skull, with the threat of meningitis being on my mind. So I’m killing it off with a major round of medicinal garlic, amplified with liberal intake of hot red chile sauce, a combination which leaves me smelling powerfully like Satan’s asshole. I’ve quarantined myself because it’d be terribly rude to go out in public like this.
More good news: A potential new client whom I spoke to more than a year ago wasn’t eager to pay my going rate, so he went with a cheaper outfit. Now he’s back, and throwing away all of the work the cut rate bozos have done. They made a terrible mess of things, which is bad for the client but good for me. I’d feel bad for the guy if I hadn’t warned him the first time around that those who compete on price only do so because they must. He’s paid less for something but got nothing. What a deal.
And still more: Another client has asked me to do a consulting gig, with no actual productive work on my part required. It’s always cool to get paid for voicing opinions. 🙂
So the count of good things exceeds the count of bad things, but smelling like Satan’s asshole is a very, very bad thing. The only living being that can stand my presence is the cat, who doesn’t seem to mind it at all.