The Boss is back in town. Thatís the good news, and the bad news. He was away all last week (which was another good news/bad news situation). He managed to start faxing me letters to type first thing this morning, but every time I tried to call him I couldnít get through. I know heís been having weather-related problems with his phone lines, but I donít think thatís why I couldnít reach him.
I think he was deliberately being unavailable. He likes to pretend that the work he does requires so much intense concentration that the slightest interruption sends the entire operation teetering over the precipice. Heís been telling people that for such a long time that he now actually believes it.
So I couldnít get answers to the questions Iíve been holding onto for a week. The biggest question: where are we going to get enough money to pay the bills this week? Thatís been seriously weighing on me, and I would have liked a chance to discuss it with the Boss.
Unfortunately, every time I talked to him, it was on his terms. He did the talking and steered the conversation into the dead end cul-de-sac of his own dark, little planet. He wasnít hearing me, even when he took a breath. I finally gave up and decided to pursue the matter tomorrow. There arenít that many tomorrows left before I have to come up with an answer. Sadly, I canít do it alone.