The benefit of getting so much work done over the weekend won’t really come until tomorrow. Tuesday is the day I’d ordinarily do the payroll, but since it’s already done, this Tuesday will be like a free day. Only it’s not, of course. There’s no such thing as a free day, especially during the last week before quarterly taxes are due.

And anyhow, it doesn’t always pay to try to get ahead. I did the payroll Saturday, and then this morning I got a call from Tim. “Oh, by the way, did I tell you I gave one of the guys a dollar an hour raise?” No, you didn’t. But I’ll handle it. I’ll rewrite the check, void the old one, and fix all the now incorrect amounts I already entered on the tax and workers comp pages. And I’ll be ever so happy to do it.

I could have raised a ruckus about the lack of communication, but I don’t want to discourage him from giving me the time cards early. I had to redo some of the work I used up my Saturday doing, and pretend I didn’t mind. It wasn’t a hard sell job, because it was what he wanted to hear. (“I knew you wouldn’t mind.”) Not so good for the ulcer, though. (Mine, that is.)

Still, here it is Monday and I’m talking about looking forward to Tuesday. That’s not the case normally, and I’d hate for the Boss (or anyone else) to get wind of it. He always seems to find a way to fill any vacuum of time I can scrape out of the week. Even when he doesn’t know about it, he has a sixth (or seventh or eighth) sense about it. When he does know, he has no shame about it.

And anyway, that’s not what I brought you all here to talk about. Tammy called me this morning to let me know that at long last, Aiden has his first tooth. He’s been teething since about a week after he was born, I think, and now he’s just a little over a month away from his first birthday. I don’t think he’s ready to give up the soft, gummable foods entirely, but he’s on his way. I’ll try to get a photo of this miracle some time soon.