Overachievers are us
Up last night going over papers and trying to read my stack of newspapers. Dreamed of lying on my porch and watching crowds go by (perhaps leftover from deciding not to run the marathon, but to watch it from my porch instead). Up this morning to walk Arlene, then answer emails, then go rock Abby and see the J-man, then walk through kitchen remodel idea with L for her house, then back to my house to go over the list with J&A, the carpenter duo, then run get G WD40 to get his scaffold up, then back to the computer to call sources, then back to the house to talk to the plumber, meanwhile the roofer was there fixing the pan that got crimped, then J stopped by to photograph the front windows and shutters, then S stopped by to get the measurement of the credenza top and the window for the restoration glass, then back to the office fielding phone calls and emails and IMs.
A friend sends me an email saying that all of her clients cancelled and so she made soup and stayed in – this was a few days ago – but the email haunts me – I’d love a day off – just one day to hang around where nobody asked me any questions.