I've been quiet for quite a long time now, weeks actually.
The culprit is the numbers.
A friend needed my help. When I needed help, he was there, so I
obliged.
I was not quite sure just how much he would need my "help,"
but now, after the fact, it is quite clear.
The way I figure it, I worked the past several weeks on thousands
upon thousands of numbers. Read this, analyze that, make a graph.
Well, that's what I do.
We sat at the conference table and I said to him, tell me what
to say here.
He responds, you are the word guy, you think it up.
I say, well, if I am the word guy, then how come for the past 2
weeks all I have worked with is graphs.
He says.... well, isn't a picture worth a thousand?
In this case, seems to me, more like a million, dollars that is.
I wanted to write, really I did. However, working till 2:30 am,
fries the brain, and working with numbers week after week, tends
to make you dream in numbers.
I have entries written in my head, and on my laptop, but nothing
which deserves the light of day. Soon I hope.
Meanwhile, only a day or two more of numbers, or is if fumbers?
I am after all, being paid well, and he is my friend.
I just have to keep telling myself that, a few more times than
you might think.
And the end of the story, the friend made the millions.
And I got paid what I asked.