Why does it always seem that on Friday nights I’m still working long past the time when most poor suckers are out living it up on the town? Not that it matters, of course, since I’m not exactly one of your high rollers. But I couldn’t seem to stop this afternoon. It was either the momentum that kept me going, or the fear that I’d never get the momentum back if I stopped.

The other incentive to keep working beyond the norm came in the mail today. Come to think of it, it probably came in the mail yesterday, but since I didn’t pick up the mail yesterday I didn’t get it until today. Maybe it’s just as well, since I didn’t have much going for me yesterday. I was probably in a better position today to absorb the fact that I’m going to be audited again in a week and a half.

Okay, now I’m depressed. I see what’s ahead of me, and it’s a massive amount of work in too little time. I’ll just have to work a little harder, keep going past the early sunsets. I might even have to get up in the morning for an earlier start. (Nah.)

I can’t help wishing the insurance company would pick another time to audit me. December is a busy month, but they do this to me every year. I think they usually give me a little more warning, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I’ll be ready, no matter what it takes. Even if it takes giving up any plans to go out on the town on Friday nights.