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It was a delicate juggling act I did today, and frankly, I don’t think I juggle any better than that chicken on the fast food commercial. When those pins start falling all around me, I just kind of freeze in place, stare blankly and cluck. In my own way, of course.
As is the case with many other aspects of my life, my juggling standards are low and easy to meet. If I say I’m going to do three tasks on a Sunday, and I do a tiny bit of each, even though I can’t see the end of any of them even by squinting, I call it a success and move on. So instead of doing all the cost reports today, I did two. But at least they were the two the Boss had asked about most recently.
Oddly enough, the one thing I did finish was the one thing I thought there was no chance I’d do today. I read all afternoon, clean through to the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I would have sworn on a pile of phoenix feathers that I wouldn’t have time to read the last 150 pages. But now you know why I didn’t get so much work done.
So now you can feel free to talk about the book in front of me. I’m willing to buy into any theories about what’s going to happen next, because I haven’t got a clue. If the next book is anything like this one, it’s going to be a rousing finale to the series. I just hope we don’t have to wait two years for it. | 
