How I made it through this day is kind of mysterious. I must have reserves of willpower that I didn’t even know I had, because after being awake until well past three o’clock for the second night in a row, I had the hardest time dragging myself out of bed this morning. In fact, if it hadn’t been for work that I knew I had to get done, and people I wanted to see, I might have slept straight through the day.

The Boss, as usual, wasn’t very cooperative. The same letter that we did seven version of yesterday went back and forth between us three or four more times this morning. And I could not get him to stay off the fax line so that we could make the process move along more quickly. He likes to dial out on his fax line, to free up the voice line for incoming calls. But when I tell him I’m faxing him back a draft of his letter right now, and then I get a busy signal, I get a little irritated. I get mad. I raise my voice.

I didn’t make him cry, but I did make him apologize. There’s not much consolation in that, and there’s no reason for me to think he won’t do it again next time. In fact, I can guarantee that he will, because even in the smallest thing, he doesn’t ever stop to think about how his actions affect other people. I don’t know many people like that, thank goodness, but I do know a few.

Eventually I got him to leave me alone long enough so I could meet a friend for coffee and still get back in time for Mom to come by and bring me a jar of Dijon mustard so I could fix my salmon tonight, and then for Suzanne to bring me back macadamia nuts (and other goodies) from Hawaii, and for me to (at last) get through the pile of work I’ve been trying to do since Monday. Finally I got to cross a couple of items off my to-do list today. Yay. Zzz.