Be careful what you wish for, because you might find yourself working so conscientiously all day Saturday that you completely forget there are playoff games that you’re missing. Somehow I remembered and tuned in just in time to bring the Steelers back from the dead against the Jets. But it was too close for comfort.

I’m borderline stupefied over how much I got done today. It’s almost as impressive a list as how much I have left to do. Plus, I get to think about it all week, to kind of bask in the glow. When I’m tempted to take a little break when I should be working, I can always say, “Look at how much I got done Saturday!”

Of course, I can only say that to myself, because nobody else knows. They shouldn’t know, either, because how I arrange my time is my own business. I don’t want anyone wondering if I’m wasting company time. As long as the work gets done, nobody needs to be questioning me on a minute-to-minute basis, or even day-to-day.

That assumes that the work will get done, more or less on time and as correctly as necessary. Perfection is another goal not worth pursuing. It’s a red flag. Once you’re known for straight A’s, people start thinking there’s something wrong with B’s and C’s. Speaking from experience, I can tell you that there are more important things than a 4.0 average. Especially when you’re 55 years old and trying to live life a little more freely and openly than you did in high school.

If only they knew that the day I can sleep late is the day I get the most work done. Then they wouldn’t make me keep regular hours during the week at all. I’d have total freedom, instead of this bogus version where I have to be “available” all day. It would work, but no one has the imagination to put it into action, and I don’t have the courage to press the issue. So I make inroads here and there. Every time I spend an hour on a weekday reading from a novel, that’s an inroad. More inroads are in my future, I can just feel it.