Q*&*D

Ugh. Today is crazy. I'm running around, conveying bad news left and right (let me just say that playing the bad guy is really not my forte - "Don't kill the messenger" has become my rallying cry lately), finishing projects and starting new ones I may not get to complete on time, putting out fires (not literally...yet) and generally being a good worker bee. What's that sound? It's my buzz. Yes it is. It feels good to be this productive, but it is also tiring. The good news: I got nominated for an award. Now as far as my chances of actually winning said achievement award...what's that place called at the intersection of slim and none? Notgonnahappensville, population one? Yeah. I think I'll be taking the fast train with no return ticket.

I found out that my boss approached the accounting manager and offered me up, not the other way around like I had originally thought. So I'm not sure how to take that. I'm opting to not dwell on it. Yet. It's one of those things: if it happens, great, but if not, well - life certainly goes on. The accounting manager also told me that she had considered asking me to help with a huge filing project on the weekends, since I'm the only one she trusts to know what the forms are and organize everything the way she'd want without having to ask a ton of questions, but because I have a family she isn't sure she wants to impose upon my personal time. I gave some dates that I'd be available and stated that I was more than happy to help (it would, after all, be overtime), so if she needs me she knows where to find me.

The boss just walked out of a meeting that could have some very interesting implications. I'll be able to share details once the deal has been brokered and I have no longer been sworn to secrecy about the whole thing. It's a good deal, and my fingers are crossed that it works out.

I had a very busy and productive weekend that included housework and manual labor. We're getting ready to do some much needed landscaping, so we dug up about a quarter of the front yard ourselves on Sunday. Using shovels. To say my body aches would be a massive understatement. I don't even want to think about what we're planning for the back yard. But when we're all done it should be nice, so it will be well worth it. The vegetable and strawberry plants in our impromptu patio garden are doing very well, and I potted some daylillies too. We went out and bought a new grill because my husband determined we "needed" one, and I suffered a minor injury while helping to assemble the darn thing. The hamburgers we had for dinner that night were simply delicious, mainly because I had shed blood in the process of ensuring we would be grilling that night.

I'm reading a ton of books right now. I've put aside the Umberto Eco for a little bit. I'm feeling a little too obtuse for his particular style. So I'm deeply into a work of fiction that has Edgar Allan Poe entwined into the plot, and feeling inclined to revisit a little of the author's troubled personal history. At the same time, I'm reading a book about Queen Elizabeth I's leadership style that I had borrowed from someone, and also a volume on western philosophy. My brain is on overload. Why do I do this to myself? I'm not even taking any classes right now. I can't imagine how I'm going to feel when I inevitably cave to the pressure to not just apply (like I did last semester), but actually enroll and take classes.

I can't believe it's Easter weekend already. Where does the time go?? I have a two hour meeting this afternoon, in order to help someone else with a project they were charged with as part of a committee. And so this post ends the way it began. Ugh.