On the other hand, there's the specter of taxes. I have yet to start compiling my financial records in Quicken and then there are the taxes themselves, culminating in my birthday. This is a big job.
Also, I have a proofreading job due 4/7 and another the week of 4/14. And LOTS of at-homes to grade with more coming in daily, and my helper can't help (she's moving to Philadelphia).
So the fun calendar needs to be pruned.
Deleted - one bookstore event, since I wasn't that crazy about the book.
Deleted - concert where I only know one song of the artist (which was in "Wordplay"), but do I want to hear a whole concert? Plus concerts are always too loud.
Should delete - two authors, one of whom I've already seen live, at bookstores the week after next ... we'll see.
Don't wanna delete - this, this, that, and that... waaahh.
Maybe I have to schedule work at exact times if I'm ever going to get anything done. Or just not look at listings in magazines and online. Or not go to anything unless it's really really special.
Bottom line: must do taxes and work, everything else is fluff.
Speaking of fluff, I squeaked in another book: "Conspiracy of Silence" by Mel and Karen Silverstein. I didn't want to read about people with diseases, but this wasn't bad. A beautiful young, gravely ill Hollywood director stands up to an incompetent "doctor to the stars," and complications ensue.
