Would you guys believe that I have ANOTHER month-long freelance job that I'm working on? And not only that, but after working on it for about a week, I got an email from the place I used to work in Austin asking if I could proof a directory for them. So I have two different projects going on at the same time -- I've been in serious demand this year. Which I'm not complaining about. Apparently I'm just THAT awesome. (Or people are THAT desperate?? I think I'll go with the "awesome" theory for now... :))
On Sunday we arrived back from another trip down to Austin, and now I think I'm finally back in Chicago for a little while. Which is good, because I was starting to feel really bad about asking Eric to watch my cats. Over the last couple months, I think he's spent more time with them than I have. :)
Rick texted me right after he left to walk to work a couple days ago and asked if I knew what was going on at the church across the street from us. The street was blocked off, there were lots of police officers (some in dress uniforms), and there was a whole fleet of limos parked on the street, so Rick was wondering if it was a funeral for a police officer. After a Google search, I figured it out: it was the funeral for Dennis Farina, the Law and Order actor. He was actually a Chicago cop for years before he went into acting, so it would make sense that attendees would include officers in dress uniform. I was wishing I'd had a better view of the church -- most of it is blocked by the apartments directly across the street from us, so I never really saw much that was interesting, except a whole bunch of guys running around with news cameras. (And on a side note: I think Eric should eventually go into acting, too... :))
So you guys know that most of the time I love my condo. I really do. I love the open floor plan, the high ceilings with the exposed ducts, the brick walls... I even love the random giant cement column in the middle of my living room. But every now and then, I'm reminded that there are downsides to a condo versus a stand-alone house. Like the other day, when I walked into my bathroom and was greeted with the pungent smell of tea tree oil. I don't HAVE any tea tree oil in my house. But apparently someone who lives nearby spilled an entire apothecary's cabinet full of the stuff, because my bathroom smelled like tea tree oil for days. We've also, on occasion, sniffed something that smells suspiciously like marijuana... although thankfully, I haven't smelled that in a while. Which I'm hoping means that our pothead neighbors (if they actually existed and we weren't smelling something more innocent that just happened to mimic the smell of marijuana) moved away. Strange smells aside, I'm actually quite impressed with our condo's ability to provide an independent space -- I rarely hear noises from other occupants of the building, because our cement ceiling and floors provide great insulation...
Well, I need to get to work on my proofreading, otherwise I'll be working all weekend. :) Hope everyone had a great week!