When seven o'clock comes and I don't have any idea what I'm going to write about, I know I'll be up way too late unless I just get going. It doesn't do anybody any good if I just write about my day, when my day has started and ended with work and nothing out of the ordinary has happened to spark an entry. Still, here we are and there you go.
I'm doing the mindless part of getting ready for taxes and financial statements. I could do this while I'm half asleep, which is a very good thing. It's also a very good thing that I didn't resolve to get more sleep in the new year, because I'm way off that already. But what I'm doing now doesn't require much sharpness of mind. Mostly it's just sorting and organizing, printing out spreadsheets done in the early part of last year, and requesting information.
I need help from my co-workers, especially the ones with expense accounts, so that I know what category to put all those random charges in. If they stayed in a hotel, what job were they working at? And couldn't they have stayed in a cheaper hotel? That kind of thing. And I need information from suppliers, the people I've been paying all year, so I can get 1099s done on time. It's a whole lot easier if I still owe them money, because I can just withhold it until they give me what I want. Extortion it may be, but effective it is, young Jedi.
See? That's why I don't like to write about work, even when it takes up almost the whole day.
You'd think it would be harder to stay inside and work on the first really brilliant day after weeks upon months of nothing but rain rain rain. Well, as inviting as the sunshine beaming down on my yard (and slowly drying up the giant puddles) is, what it really means to me is that it's easier to work inside, with the blinds letting the sun stream in and the birds chattering away just outside the window.
If I have to be pounding the keyboard and spewing out spreadsheets anyway, at least let me do it on a sunny day. That's all I'm saying.