I spent most of the workday on a low-priority project because I'd done my higher-priority stuff for now, and then last two hours on something that my boss has been working on, because, having called in sick this morning, she called our boss back in the afternoon to say she didn't expect to be in by Monday. So, I may or may not finish this, but I will get some useful done.
This particular task, what we call 1Rs—reading the first round of proof pages for a book as if it was a fresh manuscript, looking for errors and infelicities but fixing only what's actually necessary, and also accepting or rejecting anything from the proofreader—is something that my boss wanted me to start doing sooner or later, but she wasn't planning on that being this week. (I think the original plan was for me to read the 1Rs for a book she'd edited; luck of the draw got me one that the newer editor, Jon, did.) It's entirely likely that Monday morning either Marilyn or, if she's still sick, Wendy will take them.
I think I'm doing reasonably well at taking care of myself and
cattitude (who has had a very long winter). As part of that, I went to the gym after work.
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