If running around like a headless free-range chicken means that I had a busy day, then that’s what happened. If it’s supposed to mean I got things done? Not so much.

Upstairs, downstairs. The typewriter is upstairs. That’s where I do my typing (and where I finished the company 1099s today). Everything else is downstairs. That’s where I do everything else (and where I have to go whenever the Boss calls to ask me a question he already knows the answer to). If running up and down the stairs is some kind of accomplishment, then whoop-de-do for me.

The 1099s are done. Did I mention that? That’s huge. And I worked up two billings that should get us some big checks in the coming weeks, thousands of dollars (of which nearly all is already spent, so it’s pretty much a zero sum achievement).

And hey, I made the Boss think I was getting something done, which in the grand scheme is almost as good as really doing it. Plus, it’s Friday. To some people that means a couple of days with no responsibilities. To me it means a couple of days without being jostled off track or sent off chasing the goose which is wild. A couple of days when I can actually work for a change.

One thing I did that I haven’t done all week was eat a full meal that I cooked myself. The main dish was Garlic Roast Chicken with Rosemary and Lemon, which I’ve been putting off making because I didn’t have the right size baking dish. So today, among my many other (cough!) accomplishments, I sneaked away to Bed, Bath and Beyond and picked up not one but two Pyrex baking dishes. And a bayberry candle. And something else that I can’t mention because someone has a birthday coming up.