Last night's workout

It was a good, thorough workout, in part because rather than worrying about being home late, as I sometimes do when I exercise after work, I was aware of having time to fill. Our original plan would have had adrian_turtle taking a bus that got her to NY around 7:30, giving me time for a reasonable workout since she had a book with her. That bus was full, and an 8:30 arrival allowed for a long workout and a stop at Starbucks to sit for a few minutes and drink hot chocolate.

( The details )

I suspect I'm coming down with a cold (as well as having been congested on Sunday evening from the dust kicked up by cleaning), so I'm very glad I worked out yesterday: if it is a cold, I'll not want to exercise on Friday.

Last night's workout

It was a good, thorough workout, in part because rather than worrying about being home late, as I sometimes do when I exercise after work, I was aware of having time to fill. Our original plan would have had adrian_turtle taking a bus that got her to NY around 7:30, giving me time for a reasonable workout since she had a book with her. That bus was full, and an 8:30 arrival allowed for a long workout and a stop at Starbucks to sit for a few minutes and drink hot chocolate.

( The details )

I suspect I'm coming down with a cold (as well as having been congested on Sunday evening from the dust kicked up by cleaning), so I'm very glad I worked out yesterday: if it is a cold, I'll not want to exercise on Friday.

Slight disconcert

At work today, one of the copyeditors came over to me, carrying a huge folder, and said, roughly, "I have 229 Texas. It's your book. Is there anything you need to tell me about it?" I was startled for a moment, then pulled myself together and told her that there are a lot of illustrations, and don't worry that the art spec numbers are out of order, and told her to come to me with any questions.

This is utterly standard procedure at my office: the instruction sheet for copyeditors includes "must engage in a dialogue with the editor." The disconcert was that, every previous time I've had that conversation, I was the copyeditor with the big folder, asking whether there was anything I needed to know about the manuscript in question.

Slight disconcert

At work today, one of the copyeditors came over to me, carrying a huge folder, and said, roughly, "I have 229 Texas. It's your book. Is there anything you need to tell me about it?" I was startled for a moment, then pulled myself together and told her that there are a lot of illustrations, and don't worry that the art spec numbers are out of order, and told her to come to me with any questions.

This is utterly standard procedure at my office: the instruction sheet for copyeditors includes "must engage in a dialogue with the editor." The disconcert was that, every previous time I've had that conversation, I was the copyeditor with the big folder, asking whether there was anything I needed to know about the manuscript in question.