Minutia

Not all work is glamorous. Sometimes you’d rather have the enamel of your front teeth removed with a rasping file, than do the work on your calendar.

Today, I hitched up my big-boy underoos and dove in. By noon, I’d checked off most of the things on my list.

I think doing unpleasant things builds character. I feel sorry for those with money, who never have to deal with the minutia of life. 

“Yes, here’s $300, go have this colonoscopy for me, and the results had better be good!” 

I’ve been updating the design of one of the websites I maintain. I wasn’t adding exciting content, interviewing interesting people, or writing compelling profiles, I was chasing down dead links. Those annoying things buried deep within websites that pop up when visitors are digging the site, but then stumble on a link to get more info, and they are thrust into cyberhell. It's not fun work, but it has to be done.

I also received the final edits for my book from a high school English teacher, and a book editor. Combined they found at least 30 errors. I though the book was as tight as a Shakespeare Sonnet when in reality it had more holes than a Chinese Checkerboard.

I took a deep breath and dove in -- page by page, and fixed all the issues. I’m at the point now that I’m sending it off and praying for the best.

Tonight, I’m about to brew a cup of sleepy-time tea and with any luck, I’ll soon be drooling on my pillow.

Y’all have a remarkable Friday