After a full month of bidding on all sorts of website projects, as of last Thursday I’d talked to 1 person out of a possible 50. For simile’s sake, it was like I’d yelled “Bank!” 49 times when the dolt to my right had answered the question incorrectly, yet shockingly I had not been voted off the show. It got so bad that one of my porch revelations last week was a single “You Might Be a Redneck…” joke. And it’s a funny joke, but I’d rather take something else away from my outdoor mindstorm than this:

If “cleaning your toilet” means purposely pissing on a shit stain….you might be a redneck.

However, the sun rose on Friday and the wind blew into my apartment despite my clear plastic-covered windows. It was a cold wind of change. Friday was a client circus, from 9:00 nonstop until the end of the day. I made post-it notes for all the jobs to keep track of them. I pranced on that high wire, and when I fell some douchebag that waited 3 weeks to reply to my bid was there to catch me. It was a lot of fun. I made my wife listen to the story of my post-it notes, and she smiled politely while her mind sought full online episodes of Friday Night Lights.

But now I’m deep in it. I’ve got to finish this site by 4:00 and I just talked to the lady on the phone. She just suggested that I “take a shot” at putting a complicated photo gallery and a perfectly-sized calendar on two separate pages of the site I’m working on. I hung up with her, said something aloud, and then recorded it for a post I was about to write.