Spent the weekend writing, mostly. And resting. Sleeping. Writing. Repeat. It was a phenomenally relaxing weekend, which I desperately needed.
We'd had plans for Memorial Day, which got thrown into the trash first thing Monday morning because the slayed dragon was doing his dead level best to come back to life and haunt my ass, and I had to fax a whole bunch of stuff to the office of the stupid DEAD, damnit, dragon, at which point he finally agreed that yes, he was DEAD, and signed the damned check. And since he had managed to semi-revive once already, we drove to Covington to get said check before anyone could perform CPR. I swear, I wanted to bring a sword just to poke the damned thing. Metaphorically, of course. (not)
But the check was there, and signed, and for the correct amount, so we grabbed it and ran. I am not kidding when I say that I identify with Frodo and the last of the trilogy... I have never had to fight so many battles to get to the finish line.
So now, I am doing all of that fun, joyful, soul-inspiring accounting I just love to do, because I so love accounting to the bottom of my tippy tippy toes (/sarcasm). I am paying bills. Which is better, I suppose, than not being able to pay them.Posted by toni at June 1, 2004 12:48 PM