Is there such a thing as having too much money? No, probably not. But there’s such a thing as getting too much money at one time. I know, because it happened to me today. Unfortunately, it wasn’t my money. But I still had to spend it!

After months of the company being cash poor, I got no less than four large checks in the mail today. Bills that have been past due since October could now be paid. In fact, they must now be paid, because our suppliers, however patient we insist that they be for the honor of selling us material, will not stand for our being paid money that’s owed to them. As soon as we get it, they want it.

So at a time when I was getting some momentum on preparing for next week’s audit, I had to shift gears and write thousands of dollars worth of checks today. And before I could do that, I had to make a special trip to the bank this afternoon to deposit the payments.

Since I was already committed to picking D.J. up from school today, it made it easy to take a little extra time to run to the bank. I didn’t dare go before I picked him up, because the lines at that bank have been moving ever so slowly during the remodel. I could see myself standing there for half an hour, then having to dash off to school just as it was almost my turn.

Going to the bank after I took D.J. home worked out, because by that time the line had thinned and was moving more quickly. That surprised me, because the bank will be closed all weekend while they finish the remodel. I’m hoping it’s worth it, because inefficiency has been the hallmark of that branch ever since they started tearing up walls and floors.

My wish list includes more teller windows (and more tellers). That would make my life easier, and that’s all I ask of life, to get easier as I get older. It’s just that I’m getting older faster than it’s getting easier.

And I spent the rest of the day writing checks, until way late in the evening. (Until Survivor time, in fact.) I didn’t even finish, because I had some questions about how much we owed some of the people on my must-pay list. I left a message for the Boss, which was probably a bad idea. I’m now sure that he’ll be calling me first thing in the morning with answers to my questions. My wish list also includes the phone not ringing at the crack of eight o’clock, but that wish doesn’t come true very often, either.