Sunday, April 5, 2009

Editing as Blood Sport

This past week was a bitch: more than the usual amount of BS and dysfunction at work, and the deadline for my freelance edit of a horrendous manuscript. I made it through—barely.

Friday night, still reeling from the war on two fronts, my blood pressure was 137/78—well above average for me. Last night, my reading was 89/53.

Sometimes, numbers don't lie.