Today wasnít about today as much as it was about tomorrow. I tried to clear the way for finishing the Big Project by doing everything I could think of that might take up time tomorrow. I tied up loose ends and got ahead on paying company bills and dealt with a few other demands on my time.
So tomorrow Iíll put the finishing touches on the Big Project. Unless...
Unless the Boss starts faxing me busywork first thing in the morning, or just after lunch, or any time in the middle of the afternoon.
Unless Tim decides itís a good time to chat about the direction the company is taking, in one of those meandering conversations, both endless and pointless, that he likes to indulge in.
Unless the sky falls down, or my ulcer acts up, or my tendonitis and bursitis all come back at once and keep me from being able to work the keyboard (or my brain).