Even though I wrote “July 28” all day today, it’s really only the twenty-seventh. The significance is that I finished all the payroll and sales tax returns four days before the end of the month, instead of just three. Since I ordinarily finish on the very day of the very deadline, this is a huge relief. It’s not necessarily much of an accomplishment, because anybody could do it and most people leave themselves weeks to spare, I’m sure. But it is a relief.
What it means is that I can sleep all weekend. Boy howdy, do I ever need to do that.
That’s not what I’ll end up doing, of course. But if I do, it’ll be okay. But I won’t. Probably.
This was the first week this summer that I haven’t done enough yard work to fill the yard waste container before recycle pickup day. I blame it all on Harry Potter, but really, it’s my own fault. The weather has been perfect for being outside in the late afternoons, and I could have spared an hour a day if I’d wanted to. Well, I did want to, but apparently not enough.
Since I won’t spend the whole weekend reading (or, most likely, sleeping), I will almost probably get some significant yard work done. If I don’t, and if I fall behind, I’ll drop back into that mode of misery that wafted over me before John brought his tractor and leveled the fields for me. I wouldn’t ask him to do that again this year, as long as I’m able to keep things under control myself. I am able; I just need to be willing. |