...after the horse has been stolen: that's what I'm doing now. The morning has flown by in a kind of daze, writing, making calls, writing, making calls.
But at least I'm doing something.
Not sure it will do any good at all, but then I'm not sure it won't.
It's no fun. Painful, in fact. I'm afraid if I survive the next couple of weeks, I'll be swigging Maalox, drinking milk and eating soft, bland foods. Stress messes up your body big-time, Jim.
What makes it worse -- at least for the rest of today -- is that the story I'm writing now is for a client who has treated me shabbily. That makes doing a good job difficult.
I really, really want to quit the desk and go for a walk. It's beautiful here today, cool, crisp and sunny.
Instead, I need to get back to work.
19 hours ago