The client that is spiraling into financial oblivion now recognizes the depth of the problem, but is not willing to do the "hard" things to solve the problem...things like opt not to buy the board of directors a nice dinner and drinks. They do want me to come back to them with the impact on services if they had to ask me to reduce my fees by 30%. They're still not getting it.
I'm back the Florida east coast, away from the deep wierd hotels and young rich people and insane parties. I'm not absolutely sure Miami is a real city; it may be someone's fantasy that has somehow gotten into the fabric of life in our dimension. At any moment, someone might notice and it will be yanked back into the eighth dimension.
I'm concerned about sporadic little chest pains that are not bad, but that catch my attention. They present themselves as little "stutters" of pain that start and stop and start and stop and then go away, only to return few hours later. I'm into about the 3rd or 4th day with this. If they persist, I'll have an excuse to call the cardiologist next week. I absolutely MUST stop eating so damn much; it's probably my body complaining bitterly that there's no more room inside for organs; it's all being taken up by fat!
Other clients falling apart around me. Yech.
Sunday morning, I'm giving my wife a nice surprise gift for no particular reason. I'll report on it after the fact and will say how she reacts to it.
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