It was a good news-bad news day, but Iím not even sure which is which any more.
The bad news that I learned first thing this morning is that thereís so much static in my phone line that itís useless, except as an even bigger annoyance than usual. The Boss called early, and I had to plug the phone into the fax machine and call him back on that line. I asked if he wanted me to rig the fax so that I could answer on the same line, but he wanted to leave the fax line open for his interminable paperwork, so that idea didnít hold up.
So I called the phone companyís repair line and they diagnosed the problem, but the earliest they could have anyone come out to fix it is Saturday. Saturday some time between 8 am and 8 pm, that is. I think that means Iíll be staying home Saturday (which no doubt I would have done anyway).
The few calls I got today were almost comical, if you werenít trying to achieve actual communication, person to person. Then it was frustrating. Some of the time I could figure out who was talking and call them back. Other times, it was just a lot of shouting over the noise, to very little effect.
On the other hand, I did feel better than I have in almost a week. I felt so good, in fact, that I decided I needed to get some work done for a change. Once I dove into that pile of paperwork, I almost couldnít find my way out again. There were enough near-miss deadlines to put the scare into me. I had no choice but to keep going until as many crises as possible had been narrowly averted.
Yes, if youíre wondering, I did wear myself out. I promised myself and at least one other person that I wouldnít overdo it today, but I couldnít keep that promise, and tonight Iím paying the price. I donít feel sick in the same way I did most of the week. But Iíve nearly lost my voice and a lot of my enthusiasm. Iím sure Iíll get it back, because I have to. I donít dare get that far behind again.