I can't decide if there aren't enough hours in a day, or not enough days in a week. It's just a good thing I can do more than one thing at a time, although no one will ever know how thin I can spread myself. (Well, some people know, but they're mostly keeping it to themselves.)
That probably explains why I feel so well-rested and refreshed all the time. (That wasn't that funny, was it? Or is it just me?)
Today it was a matter of necessity to get the company bills paid at the same time I was responding to faxes and phone calls from various boss-like sources. And I did all that while keeping tabs on the drama of John Kerry announcing his running mate. I don't ever decide how to cast my vote because of a vice presidential candidate, but the presence of John Edwards in the race could make it more interesting.
Late in the day I had a chance to see Tammy and David and the boys, so I made the unilateral decision that the rest of my to-do list could wait for another day. It was just about at the point where I was going to decide to bag it for the day anyway, so the call came at a propitious moment in time. All I needed was an excuse, and I got the best one possible.
And I proved something over there tonight. I proved I could visit my great nephews and not spend the whole time flashing the camera in Aiden's face. I held him for a long time, though; I'm still good at that. And I chased D.J. and Dakota around the yard, so all in all it was a good way to end a day of trying to do too much. There's nothing like a little vigorous chasing to take the edge off.
Plus, as soon as I walked in the door, Dakota lit up with a big smile and said, "Uncle Mike!" Tell me you can feel bad when that happens. I don't think so.