Charlie Foxtrot, all the way up

Okay.  Last week was hell.  I’d have been forced to call in sick, were I still working.  I had one of the worst migraines I’d ever had in my life hit me on Wednesday.  And that was on the heels of a nasty sinus headache playing hell with being able to see straight.

It’s done, now.  Migraine started fading Saturday, and was gone Sunday when I woke up.  And I’ve managed to catch back up on housework (had to drop almost everything last week).

And then yesterday, I got an email.  See, my son wants to play soccer in the school’s peewee league.  So, I signed him up.  They’re just starting their peewee league, and I signed him up with his class.  His practices were set for the evenings on Tuesday and Thursday, after supper.  I figured it could be some father/son time.

I got an email yesterday.  There was a mess-up–the school’s kids’ soccer director hadn’t read the rules clearly.  The kids are sorted by date of birth, not grade.  So, Daniel’s going to be with the next grade up, not his.  Okay.  Fair enough.

We’d planned to get his soccer equipment yesterday for his Tuesday practice.

Problem: new practice was from 3:00 to 4:30 yesterday.

Yeah.

Not even remotely according to my plans.  Andrew managed to get a bit of time off work and scramble for the equipment.  The cleats fit, but the shin guards were too short–Daniel’s all leg, and in the height range that includes MY height, according to the back of the packages.  It didn’t matter anyway–little guy was still recovering from a cold.

We’ve got the soccer thing handled, now, but I wish the school had been a little more on-the-ball from the get-go.

Which left me with the time to test out my idea that I had week before last on how to get my cover art ready to go and get my damn book published.

I think…I think it’ll work.

The canvas is too big for the scanner.  And we don’t even remotely have the right software to scan it a bit at a time and stitch it together–we tried.  And failed.

My idea was that I’d take the camera and take a picture.  I think it’ll work, but I think it’s going to take some work.  And several shots.  I’ll spend a good bit of time on it this afternoon.

I’m praying, crossing fingers as best I can, and hoping that I’m right, that it’ll work.

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