It is noon and I am barely in my body. Inbox 11, which includes the first draft of the contract on one of the two pending jobs that are still alive. So I can continue to buy food and shelter for family and friends. My focus since day one of the panic has been securing enough runway to get us to the end of the year.
And now it’s an hour later and I’ve marked up and returned that contract and I’m at inbox 5 and clearly I just need all the coffee hi how are you