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If the air seems a little lighter and brighter in Northern California this week, and if the swirling drain of life seems to have shifted a little to the southeast, maybe that’s because the Boss is in Texas. I suppose not everyone feels the difference the same way I do. To me, it’s a little more tangible, like opening a window on a spring day. (A real spring day, not these awful rainy ones we’ve been having.)
I’ve been taking full advantage of this cool breeze, not by slacking off (as anyone who knows me well might suspect), but by getting caught up on some of the work that has been piling up. That doesn’t mean the piles of papers on my desk are getting smaller, but they are getting shoved around a bit. What a sense of accomplishment there is in shoving papers around! Very satisfying pseudo-work.
There was a potential crisis today, but I handled it without trying to make a call to Texas. I did what anyone would have done when someone phoned to complain that work on a project isn’t coming along fast enough. I gave them Tim’s cell phone number. He’s been trying to get the Boss to give him stock in the company? Let him earn it. I’m too busy. I have papers to push.
Mostly, though, the week has been mercifully free of those frantic calls from clients or suppliers or subcontractors. I haven’t had to make any promises that the Boss would phone back as soon as possible. And I haven’t had to tell anyone that “as soon as possible” meant next Monday morning (assuming he makes it out of Texas alive, although he probably fits in well there, since Texas has no traffic laws and he drives as if California didn’t have any traffic laws, either). | 
