I worked a lot of the day on reformatting my Russia trip photo album as a table with thumbnails so it doesn't take so long to load. I even added some text about the pictures and a few more pictures. It seems like this took an inordinate amount of time. I spent the morning making thumbnails of the Iceland pictures and they're still too big. So the Iceland photo album is not in as good shape as the Russia one now. I can't believe how long everything takes me. I'd never be able to make a living at this.
On a day like this I am grateful that I don't have a real job because I would force myself to go to work and make myself sicker. That was always my pattern. I never stayed home if I could possibly make it to the office. I once flew down to Bell Atlantic for a marketing presentation after having spent the night throwing up from bad sushi. How I managed not to be airsick that time is a mystery to me. So, here I am hanging out at home watching the day tick by pretty darn fast and not accomplishing much. I paid bills, wrote a couple of letters, clipped things from newspapers I'd been saving, cleared the top of my desk, read Smithsonian magazine. The time goes by way too fast.
Maybe I'll make another pass at the Iceland photo album before supper so I can feel like I made some progress.