My Mondays have a whole new shape to them, since I totally gave up on making plans to do anything on any Monday ever, for the rest of time. This arrangement allows me to (a) get my work done, and (2) not stress over how many hours there are in the work day. It used to seem like four, when I needed twelve. Now it seems like twelve, although I only need eight. Or nine, or ten. But not twelve, not really.
Thatís true even on a day like today, when the phone started ringing before I had my voice. In fact, itís especially true on a Monday like this one. There were no real crises, but there were a million minor annoyances that had to be dealt with. Itís so much easier to do that when Iím not thinking about how Iím going to have to rearrange the other things Iíd planned to do. There are no other things, so my focus isnít fractured, and I can deal better. Itís always better if I sound like a person whoís in control of his senses when Iím on the phone with the Boss.