Not to beat a dead horse with a broken record, but sheesh. Enough with the rain already.
On the other hand, I think I have it arranged so that I donít have to leave the house again until at least Tuesday, so let it pour. My last outing of 2005 took me to the post office, because I had something that needed to go out, and the bank, because I had something that needed to go in. If the Boss hadnít suddenly decided at seven oíclock last night that we needed another three thousand showing in our checking account, I would have made only one stop today.
If only I hadnít had to wade out through the mud to get to my mailbox this afternoon, I would have been warm and cozy after I got back from my errands. And if I hadnít waited until after five oíclock, when it was nearly dark, I could have seen where I was walking. Not that it mattered, since I couldnít have avoided the deep mud even if Iíd known where I was going. The worst part of this episode was that there was no mail! Except for a bunch of ads, and Iím not going anywhere to do any shopping until the rain stops, even if it takes until May.
Since I didnít hear from the Boss today, even after leaving him a message pleading for some information I need to close out the books for the year, I assume heís busy digging out of the mud himself. Either that, or he forgot to check his messages again. Whatever. At least I didnít have a lot of his mindless busywork to do and could concentrate on my own mindless busywork.