Thursday and Friday found me with a face more clogged than a Roto-Rooter drain and a head inverted over the loo so often I thought I was turning into a bat. The thing about being self-employed is that when you’re sick, you’re not just sick – you’re screwed. When you’re a one man band, there ain’t no other drummers, and yet clients have a perfectly reasonable expectation that the show will go on and deadlines will be met.

Luckily, I live with a man who can not only go to the chemist, but can crank out XHTML and CSS with the best of them. I pawned off one whole project onto him, and to take care of the rest, reached into the Rockstar Universe and more or less pled for my life. Guillermo Moreno, David Fleming and Frank Prendergast all gallantly came to the rescue on very short notice with tight turn arounds, and collectively saved my grateful ass.

These guys are superheroes, and you should hire them if you can. (If you can’t, try crying. It worked for me.)