This is a secret that I wouldn’t want our creditors to know, but the company is out of money. There’s not enough in the checking account to pay this week’s salary. And I don’t mean the salaries of all the employees. I’m talking about my own poor pittance. The company doesn’t have enough to pay little old me. That’s a problem.

It’s not a big problem, mostly because the other company (that is, The Kennel) owes the construction company a big pile o’ money, and they (that is, we, meaning The Kennel) have it. It’s just a matter of making some sort of accounting to show how much to take from the one and give to the other, and if I have to work all weekend, I’ll get it done in time to pay myself by Monday.

And we (the company, that is) are owed many big piles o’ money by the people we do business with, so it’s not that we’re actually broke. We just don’t have any money. I’m not worried. I told the Boss about it, and he told me not to worry, so I’m not worried.

But even though I’m not worried, it’s still stressful. I’m getting phone calls from creditors, asking about unpaid bills. I told one caller that I couldn’t promise that her check would go out on Friday, as she asked. She told me that if it didn’t, I’d hear from her again. I told her I would expect no less, but I still wouldn’t promise. How can I pay her, when I can’t even pay myself?

To take the edge off a stressful day, I paid a quick visit to Tammy and David tonight. I played catch with Dakota, and I read with D.J. (he does about half of the actual reading, now that he’s been in first grade for a whole month). Aiden has discovered that it’s funny to spin around in the middle of the living room and then try to walk. And Kylie? Well, I still haven’t held her, but trust me, tonight was not the time to do that for the first time. She wasn’t in a happy mood, but she finally wore herself out and fell asleep. Which is what I have to do every night myself, so I can sympathize.