I'm compiling the index for an academic book right now. Yes, the life of a freelance writer/editor IS that exciting.
The good news is that I find the task rather delightful. It speaks to my nitpicky editorial OCD. And I love having immediate, tangible results. It's one of those jobs that makes me think, "The world NEEDS me!"
The bad news is that indexing has completely infiltrated my brain. I dreamt about it last night, and today? Today, I keep thinking of my day in terms of how I would index it.
furnace. See not working
husband 3-4, 9, 10-15
disgust towards 10
out of town 11-15
travel to Florida, even if it is for work 9
not working 1-20
my fingers and toes 3-20
thermostat not matching actual temperature in house 10
winter coat 15-18
donning inside house 16-18
feeling like a dork 16
not caring 18-20
winter weather 1-20
shoveling snow 0
why I got married in the first place. See husband,
I hope you're staying warm and safe and have a slightly better attitude than the one I'm currently sporting.