Having let so many days go by without getting a full day's work in, I almost didn't know what to do with myself today. I had six good hours of sleep behind me and the whole day to get things done. Every so often I'd forget how, but it was productive. Dreary and mind-numbing, but productive. I'd much rather have been in the middle of the maelstrom, as I felt I had been over the last week or so.
It's not easy, but I have to convince myself this is a good thing. The Boss is happy to have me in the office at his beck and call during the hours he pays me for. And if I didn't get all this paperwork done today, I'd probably have to do it on my own time. The trouble is, I'd rather be holding the new baby, or talking to his parents, or playing with his brothers. One day out of the loop and I miss it.
The Boss was on the road all day. He kept tabs on me, so it was good I was working and not fooling around. But he couldn't fax me any new typing to do, so I could make good use of the time. For some reason I started wearing down early in the afternoon, and by four I was done in. I don't know why I can't keep going the way I used to, but it makes the day even longer. Tonight at 8:30 I was on the phone with the Boss. I can't be sure what I said to him, but it must have been wrong because he cut me off.
I keep getting good news and bad news about the Kennel. I'm supposed to end up as part owner of this venture, but so far I'm part owner of a big pile of air. Good news: We got them to lower the selling price. Bad news: The bank turned down our loan. The Boss thinks it will work out. I'm not counting chickens, because I'm not completely convinced there are even any eggs.