It was a delicate juggling act I did today, and frankly, I donít think I juggle any better than that chicken on the fast food commercial. When those pins start falling all around me, I just kind of freeze in place, stare blankly and cluck. In my own way, of course.
As is the case with many other aspects of my life, my juggling standards are low and easy to meet. If I say Iím going to do three tasks on a Sunday, and I do a tiny bit of each, even though I canít see the end of any of them even by squinting, I call it a success and move on. So instead of doing all the cost reports today, I did two. But at least they were the two the Boss had asked about most recently.
Oddly enough, the one thing I did finish was the one thing I thought there was no chance Iíd do today. I read all afternoon, clean through to the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I would have sworn on a pile of phoenix feathers that I wouldnít have time to read the last 150 pages. But now you know why I didnít get so much work done.
So now you can feel free to talk about the book in front of me. Iím willing to buy into any theories about whatís going to happen next, because I havenít got a clue. If the next book is anything like this one, itís going to be a rousing finale to the series. I just hope we donít have to wait two years for it.