work, work, work

in true freelance fashion (that being feast or famine), i am swamped. yet, i am still obsessively looking for more work (more! more! more!) because i know this cannot last forever.

and, as usually happens when i am work-stressed, my neck is killing me and i have a slight cold, which may or may not put a damper on any valentine's day festivities.

we're staying in tonight anyway--decided to go out tomorrow night to our fav place for dinner and to sf on saturday to see wee little finley.

we also recently celebrated our 13-year anniversary of the night we met. of course, it slipped by us and we remember it a few days later. oops!