I can’t settle to anything today. I don’t want to use the phone in case we get a call and I can’t focus on work. My cold is clearing up, but I have a hacking cough and not much breath, so I don’t want to go out on my bike. Besides, I want to be here.
I had a text from Phil at 8.45 this morning which has left me hopeful of news today. I was waiting to pay the hairdresser at the time I read it -which was half an hour after it was sent, in fact. I hadn’t heard the phone beep, it was probably when my hair was being washed. It’s hard not to ring them, but of course that’s not on. Indeed, odds are that the phone isn’t either.
Another job was completed, in that our catalogue has gone off to the printers. It was a joint effort; I did the photos and the typing, Weeza did the layout, Ro then did the alterations and we all proofread and did final tweaks. I emailed it off as a PDF and had an acknowledgment that it was received. Our little business has never had a 40 page catalogue with most lots illustrated before, we usually run it all on a shoestring. I’ll let you know when it’s all up on the website. I haven’t taken the photos yet of the first 15 lots, which aren’t illustrated in the catalogue but will be online, but I’ve got all week for that.
I went to bed early last night as I really felt quite rough. If I mention that I didn’t want to finish my wine but left half a glass, you will appreciate the jaggedness of Z. I kept waking all night, I don’t think I ever slept longer for half an hour at a stretch and my mind was very full. And this was before Phil’s text.