One day I do nothing, and the next day I stay intensely busy all day. Oddly (not really), both circumstances generate just about the same amount of creative energy. I hardly looked up all day, so if anything happened I missed it.
However, I did get out to run some errands. I was going to do that anyway, but as I was leaving I got a fax from the Boss with a list of supplies he needed. It's apparently easier for me to buy pens and paper and ship them to Nevada than it is for him to go up the street and get them himself. Easier for him, anyway. At least I had an excuse to stay away longer this morning. Not that I needed one, of course.
Since I don't get out all that often, I made it count. I bought two of everything I thought I might need before the next trip to Office Depository. Two reams of copy paper, two printer cartridges, two boxes of envelopes. Two paper clips. Two rubber bands. Two staples. Like that.
When I got back, I spent the afternoon doing payroll. Finally I managed to get Tim to fax me time cards on a Monday night so I could write checks on Tuesday and mail them on Wednesday. I've only been asking for this for about ten years. I have to mail the checks on Wednesday, whether I get any cooperation or not. Next week it'll be back to normal. I'll get the time cards Wednesday morning. I'll stomp and storm around, I'll feel sorry for myself, and I'll do a full day's work in about two hours because I have no choice.