I don't know if you're aware but the UK has been going through somewhat of a heatwave lately. That heatwave decided to end last night. While I was trying to sleep. So rather than sleeping for a good six to eight hours, I slept for three sessions of two hours interspersed with an hour of sneezing. That's right folks; I have caught the dreaded Summer Cold.
It really sucks because I have a lot of work I need to get done today, and me and Jess were able to make a good start on the kitchen yesterday. I only have the energy to handle one of those tasks today, at best, and paid work is going to have to win out. I don't feel comfortable asking her if she can manage it by herself but what choice do I have? I'll just have to get her something nice in return I guess.
So it looks like I'll be stuck in bed forcing myself to work for most of the day. Which is never really a fun situation to be in. One of the worst parts about being a freelancer is that we don't get sick days. When all your projects have a timetable and you're the only one that can handle the job you have to force your way through it.
Maybe things would be easier if I was willing to deliver an order late but I enjoy having a perfect record, so screw that. The only way I'm going to deliver an order late is if I get hospitalised, and even then I'd probably just cancel it.
Well, let's see how my body holds out.