Coffee in the New York skyline mug, "Too Long in the Wasteland" by James McMurtry on iTunes. This morning nicely follows the rhythm laid out in Stranded in the South. As I quickly posted there last night I noticed how long it's been since I had anything non-work oriented to say and I still haven't rhapsodized about the Best Vacation We Have Ever Had. My excuse for slacking is best summed up by the current song on iTunes: "I've Been Working" covered by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band.
I remember writing something a few days ago about organizing my work day so that I am doing one thing per day. For example, one day to prepare the firings for the week and putter in the studio, one day for paperwork, web work, book stuff, one day for shipping, invoicing, etc. Today won't be a day like those days.
Today is about being a Renaissance woman. As Rabelais put it so eloquently, I will "break the bone and suck out the substantive marrow of life".
Today I run to a supplier to pick up a drilled panel, I pack and ship two orders, I juggle work and personal time with delivery of large piece of furniture for the home--including rearranging the office to accommodate it. I prepare and fuse this week's orders. I write to the galleries whose orders have been delayed with apologies. I mix more personal STUFF in the day by going to the drugstore and buying a whole bunch of STUFF to use up the rest of last year's medical Flex money before we lose it forever. I write the intro for the book, do a final review of the gallery shots, choose and send pics of my own work for inclusion. I email invoices, and I call a landscaper friend to schedule her crew for a little yard clean-up and help with spring planting and a pond installation...
Bill will sneer, but I have GOT to organize this mess into a schedule or I don't stand a chance in a very warm place of getting it all done! And now I am already 20 minutes late for work. Guess I'll skip the teeth and hair brushing today.
2 comments:
Sneer? Me? Perish the thought.
Missing out on brushing your hair will leave your head looking vaguely like the tornado whipped by. Are you sure you want to take that chance?
Yeah. Might scare away anyone foolish enough to ring the doorbell and bother me today. Proselytizers beware!
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