Good Morning USA!
Posting in the morning: what the hell? I'm waiting on a call for my first freelance photoshoot, an email for the potential illustration gig (which is still only potential? I'm having trouble getting this nailed down–or maybe that trouble is all in my head because I think it's pretty much mine, I think) and some people to schedule meetings with about more work: yay! Tomorrow Rona and Sara have haircuts, Saturday is the big railroaded Rona party (we had little to no choice but are not complaining besides Rona will get her giant I-Missed-You-So-Much-While-You-Were-In-Scotland-Here-Is-A-Giant-Play-Kitchen present (to go with her sweet metal shopping cart and groceries that we gave her yesterday). Also we'll be a week closer to Duetchesfest (and seeing neice Daphne and godmother Sonja), my sister's visit with her new boy and my birthday (grandma wouldn't allow us to share, "I'm only doing Rona's." she declared).