I can't tell you much about today because I slept through most of it. That's what I needed to do, I guess. As usual, the best-laid plans turned out not to be so well-laid after all. It's a pretty poorly-laid plan that says I'm going to get much done the day after all that partying and staying up late. (Neither of which had anything to do with the other, by the way.)
This was a sort of amorphous type of day anyway, neither fish nor fowl (which is another reason I turned into a vegetable). I mean, what is it? It's the Independence Day Holiday. It's the Fifth of July. It's nothing but a day not to get any work done.
So naturally, I got some work done today. Not much, but enough that I could say yes when anyone asked if I was working today. My standards on that score are kind of low, though, so the pile of completed work is a modest one.
I did the one thing I felt most strongly about. I got the books cleared so that I can start third quarter payroll with a clean slate. Now I have to hope I can start writing payroll checks (including, most importantly, my own) tomorrow. I'm so broke I won't even go to the grocery store until I have a check in hand to cash. That'll be at least Wednesday.
I'm not saying this shouldn't be a holiday. I treated it more like a Sunday than a Monday, but I tend to get a little work done on a good Sunday. And I got a little work done today, in between naps and other periods of productive inactivity. I'll be ready when the bell rings tomorrow, even though it'll be a double Monday.