It's easy to say, on Thursday or Friday, that I'll work all weekend to catch up. Then comes Saturday, and it's not so easy after all. I did enough work today to make up for what I didn't feel like doing yesterday, and I think I'm ready for the auditor, but there's always so much left to do that I never feel I've done enough.
The paperwork for the audit is ready. The house isn't really ready for visitors. Every time I know a stranger will be coming in, I start noticing the dust and clutter and cobwebs again. The rest of the time I just live with it, and it's okay. When I see it the way someone else might, it isn't pretty.
I'll worry about cleaning tomorrow, or some other day. Today was just too disjointed. The power was out all morning, and the gardener came with all his noisy equipment late in the afternoon. When I think about how little time there was in between, I should be happy with how much I accomplished.
"All morning" might be stretching it a little. I slept most of the morning away anyway, and I didn't even call the utility company until just before noon. The recorded announcement told me that they were aware of my outage (but not necessarily my outrage), that it was caused by a downed power line, that a crew was on the scene assessing the damage, and that they couldn't tell me when power would be restored.
Two minutes later, the electricity came back on. I really can't blame PG&E for any work I could have done while the power was out, because I very likely wouldn't have done any. But I felt a little too isolated, up a creek without an inner tube, disconnected from everyone (even though I rarely connect with anyone on Saturday mornings anyway).
I also couldn't make coffee, couldn't watch the ballgame, and couldn't catch up on email. All that had to be done after the lights came on, so it did cut into my work time after all.
Another problem I have when there's no electricity is that the well pump runs on it, and I don't have running water. I can't shave or shower or brush my teeth, and the toilet is only good for one or two flushes before it stops working. This happens often enough that I'm familiar with the sacrifices I have to make, but just because I live in the country doesn't mean I want to live like the pioneers.
So after the power came on and I'd had my shower and made some coffee and turned on the Giants game (eck!), I got down to the last few spreadsheets I wanted to tweak for the auditor. If there's anything she needs that I haven't already printed and collated and bound in a three-ring notebook, I can't imagine what it would be. I need another day to clean the house before she shows up, though.