Thankfully, coming home got a bit better in that I was able to eat my supper, sit down and relax, and find not one, but two new emails waiting for me. The first was fairly standard - the new artist I mentioned yesterday just has some questions of their own to clarify a couple details of what I want from them, and as for the other, well, remember that story commission? Not only can I have it printed (which is cool in and of itself), but the author emailed me last night about another detail they forgot to mention in the Furbid auction. Another artist is offering a free picture to anyone who commissions a story from him, so yeah. Problem is I am completely out of ideas, but he's not quite at my story yet either, so I'll just have to let him know I need to think about what I want. Nice bonuses though. Thus far I have a sketch and a free picture (of as yet undetermined quality and level of completion) as extra things <3 Speaking of which, the artist giving me the sketch sent me the sketch of the first commission I'm getting from them just about an hour ago, but we're not even close to the free one yet. Apparently they want me to respond with my thoughts on said sketch because they're not completely happy with how it's turning out, and want to start over. By my count this'll be twice, and if you'd like a mental image of my attitude towards, this, picture me, head in my hands, with just a slight smile on my face. I have too many other commissions on the go to really and truly mind one being thrown off track again, so if anything it's one third amusing, and two thirds "Oh, right, okay."
As for other events yesterday, I learned just after getting home that if we'd been out of work even ten minutes sooner, I'd have come home to an empty house. Apparently everybody else was just getting home at 2:30am as well, but aside from a few brief words, we were all too tired to say anything, and went our separate ways. Overall I enjoyed having the house to myself for the afternoon, but in the unlikely chance I'm given that opportunity again soon, I'll ask to have it off from work, regardless of how imminent the dates are. How often do I tell myself "I want to do this, but would rather wait for a special day"? Things such as going out to the bakery on Grand Ave, or, if I had more money and didn't have to work, walking up to Walmart or EB Games to buy Super Mario Galaxy 2. They don't come very often, but one idea I'm considering right now is leaving a note for Melissa asking to have either the last weekend of August or first weekend of September off. As before, three days where I'll almost certainly have nothing to do, and when the conditions outside will hopefully be more pleasant than they've been lately.
Anyways, I have a couple more urgent matters to take care of right now, starting with vacuuming my floor, then going out to the bank. Then at some point after that responding to these three emails, but yeah. I'll take care of everything as I go~