So, OT:

I finished my literary translation for the Goethe Institut this morning at five.

Went to sleep, or tried to, what with the usual sweats over “what did I miss?” and “how might I have gotten that wrong?”

Wake up this early afternoon to find a post-translation request timestamped 12:41 asking me to do another three-page translation of an award citation the author just got for a literary prize. In time for her presentation tonight at the Boston GI at 7:30.

Avoiding doing that right now by farting around with you guys. Because I’m thinking of avoiding doing it altogether. I’ll just pretend I never checked my email. The extra money is negligible, and dammit, I was up till dawn doing the real work.

Clients. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t kill ‘em.