I had my Benjamin Button day today. I havenít read the story or seen the movie, so all I know about it is made up in my head. But I did everything pretty much backwards, as if my schedule were upside down, or I was reading my agenda in a mirror. I ended the day as a whimpering mess, but thatís the norm these days.
It all started when I slept the morning away. I had reasons to get up and get going, but they werenít as good as the reasons I had for staying in bed. I always need to catch up on sleep on the weekends, and today it was more than I could fight against. I was overwhelmed, and under the covers was the best escape, and also the best way to get started.
As a result of sleeping so late, my feeding schedule was way off. I have to eat all four meals, and they have to be substantial, but they donít have to follow the menu plan in the book exactly. So I had breakfast at 12:30 pm, and lunch at 3 pm. Breakfast was less than the book calls for, and lunch was more, and after that dinner had to wait until after 9:00. But since I donít sleep at night, that didnít matter much, except that I didnít feel like making chili that late at night. Thatís what the menu plan called for, but instead I made tomorrow nightís dinner, a gigantic salad. Iíll make the chili tomorrow instead.
In between breakfast and lunch, I did what I usually do on every day except the weekend: I worked. The Kennel employees have been feeding me the wrong daily income totals for the last several months, and they finally caught their mistake. I had no idea there was an error, but once I knew, I wanted it fixed immediately. It turns out weíve made more money this year than Iíd been led to believe, which is good news. But it took the whole afternoon to get things straight.
Then tonight, when I should have been relaxing and watching the Giants game, I worked on quarterly taxes (with the deadline coming up in less than a week). I also did the monthly payroll for our outside bookkeeper, Sanjaya, who is very slow and not particularly accurate. But he does things I donít want to do, so I let him get away with it, and we even pay him for it.