I did my job. I don’t know if my not being paid for it means that it isn’t a job. I’m confused about this and most likely will remain confused. I went to Sutton and dropped off fliers for the upcoming quilt and book silent auction. The Sutton Public Library was closed, so I put a flier in the drop box. (Oh, clever me).
I next went to town and dropped off fliers at a local consignment shop and at Kombucha, a young person fermented beverage drinking establishment. After doing this, I went to the hotel and grabbed the books that were destined for Alaska Family Services. Alas, they were closed. Then I came home.
It was still light out, so I first took Hrimmi and then Raudi for a walk. Both times I took Shadow with me. Again, the sun was low in the sky, and the shadows long. It was also a bit warmer than yesterday.
Now, on these walks, I had time to think. I groused for a bit about my heavy workload. I have way too much to do, even for someone who is getting paid. (Notice that I left the word job out of the previous sentence). I finally came up with schedule modification, one that I am going to work hard to adhere to.
I’m going to limit the number of days in which I go to the hotel, as do the other BLBP board members. I am only going to go into the hotel on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, the latter if needed. This means that I’ll have three days a week to spend at home. I’ll be able to work on project administrativa and also on Shelf Life.
I worked on Shelf Life yesterday for about four hours and made considerable progress. I am procrastinating now, by writing this dispatch first, but I decided that I’m going to work for an hour each day on it. I feel good about this decision, and so will my animals.
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