Since this was the first day this week that my to-do list got shorter instead of longer, I guess I can say it was a successful day. I crossed a few items off, most of which I actually did. One item might have got crossed off because I decided not to do it at all, but it took some heavy thinking to come to that conclusion. And I definitely consider heavy thinking to be “work.”

I did get an ominous phone call from Julie, who has dropped her demands or lowered her expectations or mellowed her attitude. For whatever reason, she’s visiting the Boss at the Kennel this week, contrary to her statement a month ago that she would never come down from the mountain again. She phoned me today and told me that they were having a meeting and that I shouldn’t be surprised if the Boss asked me to do some extra work.

But it didn’t happen, and all I can say is, it better not happen tomorrow, because I have other plans. If the fax starts humming when I’m heading out the door to pick D.J. up from school, the Boss will have to wait. You can’t keep a six-year-old waiting at school. It’s not fair to the teacher.

When I look back on today, there’s not much satisfaction. I did the easy things on my to-do list. I did the bare minimum, and not even everything I planned to do. One minute I’m getting ready to tackle a particular task, and the next minute I’ve come up with a reason I can’t do it. That’s probably why nothing much gets done until I’m up against a deadline. Wednesdays are low-threshold deadline days. Things don’t heat up until Friday, and by then I’m already thinking about what I can put off until Monday.