Remember a week ago when I said the Big Project was finished? (Don’t worry. I can’t remember a week ago, either.)

Well, the Boss and I spent most of the day working on those very spreadsheets that I released to him last Friday. Fine tuning, sure. Plugging holes. Correcting a few minor errors. And making one big decision about how to identify some of our costs as asset purchases rather than expenses.

I should understand this stuff better, since I’m the one who has to do the detail work on it. But the details are all I see, really. I do what I’m told, and the chips fall wherever the wind blows them.

It took us well into the night to get as far as we did, but mostly that was my fault. I took time out to do a little self-maintenance today. I bought groceries for the first time since I was sick, and I had lunch with Suzanne this afternoon. I also had a couple of long phone conversations that nourished my soul more than any spreadsheet ever could.

So if I have to make up for all that by working through the weekend, I can live with that. To my mind, we’re at the end of the process, and the worksheets can go to the accountant just as they are. But then, that’s pretty much how I felt a week ago, as far as I can remember.

Apparently I’m exactly where I was last Friday, except there’s been a week of sickness and trauma and exhaustion in between. I’m trying not to remember last Saturday, but I was pretty vividly laid out like a corpse most of the day. It’s the kind of a day you should forget but can’t.