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Monday, October 31, 2005

Insert ear-piercing shriek here.

This was one of those high-definition days where everything seems to have an extra dimension and reality is a little too real. Iím sure part of it is the fact that Iím trying to adjust to the time change, but the biggest problem I have right now is the stress of not having enough money to do business. I worried about it all day until it felt as if it were eating me alive.

Why is it that after the clocks get set back an hour I donít get to sleep any earlier at night? And yet, I do wake up earlier in the morning. This doesnít make any sense to me, but Iím not thinking clearly enough to make sense of anything anyway.

I knew as soon as I pulled the car out of the garage this morning that I shouldnít be driving. I also knew that I was probably panicking for no reason, but I still had a hard time dealing with the slow horse trailer in front of me and the maniac flashing his headlights behind me. I did what I was supposed to do. I settled in and concentrated on surviving until I could find a place to turn off or pull over.

One of the things I had to do today is the one thing I hate most. I had to make a lot of phone calls to get questions answered about the two problems I was facing. I got the wrong sales tax information, filled out the form and mailed it, and then, after I got back from the post office, got the right information. I tried to find a way to file an amended or corrected form on the state web site, but when I couldnít find one I made up my own and paid the difference.

That meant a second trip to the post office, but by that time Iíd given up on making any sense out of this day. I felt as if everything I tried was going to have to be done over at least once. I donít believe in curses or hexes or jinxes, but I do seem to have a run of bad luck like this every so often. If you think of it as a random series of unfortunate coincidences, it makes it a lot easier to take. If I donít think Iím being victimized on purpose, I can get through it and get over it and get up the next morning.

I do have to say that the last thing I wanted to do at just about the time school was letting out on Halloween day was get back in my car and drive back to the post office. I dodged the bullet the first time out, and I didnít want to have to dodge a bunch of mini-goblins the second time around.

30 October 2005

Drifting clouds.

But I survived, and when I got back I dealt with the other thing. I phoned the Boss and whined about money until he promised to send me some. He thinks weíre going to get paid on a state job by the end of this week. Iím a lot less optimistic about the timing, so I kind of insisted that he lend the company some money out of his ample personal reserves.

If he werenít rich, the company would have folded long before it ever got the chance to be as successful as it is now. Today itís doing well in every facet of business except collecting money in time to pay bills, but thatís pretty much a constant situation in the contracting business.

I should be used to it by now, but instead the last two years of flush bank accounts have spoiled me a bit. Reality check time hits hard when it comes so suddenly. (Like an hour earlier than last week.)

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Call me old fashioned, but I think they ought to throw the book at the fan who ran onto the field in Cincinnati during the game yesterday and ripped the football out of Brett Favreís hands. It doesnít interest me at all that the fanís act changed the momentum of the game. Thatís certainly a factor, and we donít want to see any victories tainted by such incidents. But it would be a horrible precedent to let this guy off with a slap on the wrist, because it would encourage reckless behavior that could eventually endanger the safety of the players. (Besides, the 60,000 or so fans who were at the game didnít pay to see some jerk play out his own personal fantasy.) He should be put in jail. He should be banned for life from all NFL stadiums. He should be shunned by family and friends. Pilloried! He should be pilloried in the town square.

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