I remember the thrilling days of yesterweek (with apologies to the Lone Ranger), when my morning prayers of “Please help me to be productive, and effective, today” resulted in the ability to dance through my work like Gene Kelly in a rainstorm.
I opened a case yesterday and finished a case that a co-worker had opened for me in my absence, and it took me half an hour to create and proof a document that ordinarily would have taken me minutes. After which I called my attorney, who was working remotely, and told him that I was done, and had gone over everything two or three times to make sure I did it right.
He had to make some changes to the new pleadings because of special circumstances in the case, and in the process he changed the spacing and pagination and eliminated my footers, and part of the system kept going down, so I couldn’t save the finished documents in the docketing system but had to save them elsewhere until Monday.
I was ready to pinch his head off, and smart enough to know that it was displaced anger. Monday has got to be easier.
I processed my mail half an hour after everyone else’s mail had gone downstairs and been picked up by USPS. I hit the fax machine to send copies to opposing counsel, two minutes before I was supposed to leave for the day. I had already shut down my computer; no way to email my office manager and tell her I had done so. I put a sticky note on my desk to remind me on Monday. Seventeen minutes of overtime which will make none of us happy.
I dropped the mail off at the Post Office on my way home, then headed to the church bookstore to pick up the book on grieving that I had ordered. Came home with that, and another one on adversity, made a light dinner for us, and watched the premiere episode of Downton Abbey with Middlest.
Read for a few minutes and was in bed by 10:30, the earliest in days. Slept for six and a half hours. And now I am up. Have downloaded and saved three statements from a bank account I am closing, and ordered archived PDF’s which should show up in the next 48 hours or so, after which I will email the bank to shut everything down. I also need to download the statements for my primary account, where I have banked for nearly twenty years, preparatory to closing it as well and opening new accounts later this morning.
Got paperwork in the mail yesterday to update beneficiaries on one thing and another, and more paperwork regarding the setup for the insurance proceeds. I have options. Ordinarily, that would be a blessing, but at the moment it is just One More Thing. I’ll take that paperwork with me to Firstborn’s later today and get their input. One thing I can do, before I go, is log onto my credit union and see if the interest rate they are paying is higher than the one on this paperwork.
I did not get over to the courthouse yesterday on my lunch hour, to file those affidavits of heirship. One of my girlfriends picked up a sandwich for me, and I sat and ate and visited with them, and that was lunch, and then I went back to my desk to wrangle my workflow.
Knitting did not happen. Again. I think I will fix myself a bowl of cereal and read a little in the new book, then get comfortable and see if maybe I can finish the row. It’s a lovely, lovely pattern, and I like the yarn, and I think I will really enjoy knitting it up, if I can keep the urgent from messing with the important for an hour or so.
Middlest and Mel are heading to the American Girl store later today to look at doll accessories. I am intentionally not going, as I don’t want to be tempted. I bought three sweaters night before last, at 70% off the lowest price on the ticket, and so I got $165 worth of upgrade to my work wardrobe for $35. I don’t need anything else at this time, other than breakfast.