Thank baby Jesus, it’s the weekend. Tonight, the Bald One and I will venture southeast to the in-laws domicile to help navigate a blackberry and talk to our favorite jeweler about my engagement ring. That was actually probably the start of my brain turning to jelly.

Wednesday, I noticed the stone in my engagement ring looked funny. The stone had fractured and the larger part was still in the setting. A coworker and I spent twenty minutes searching the dark carpeting for the dark stone chip so I could at least pretend I have the full stone. The Bald One is sad for me, and we plot to go to the jeweler who originally set it to see if we could replace it and perchance re-facet the original stone for a different setting.

Thursday starts with a “are you in this meeting?” – only to discover that while I am not in the meeting, I am in the meeting. I leave that one for another meeting that I was officially having. From there I went from one thing to another getting little fires here and there put out. I reached the end of the day and past it, as I tried to finish this thing and that before running off to meet the Bald One for a quick dinner at Panera’s before my monthly Stampin’ Up! fix with the gals for scrapbooking. I get home to my husband walking out the door (not quite, but close) to see our friend’s new puppy.  He promises to be home by 1am-ish. I check people online and keep up with my friends only to make random connections and stay up way too late.

Staying up late can make one cranky in the morning and prone to a touch of over-sleeping. When I dragged my butt out of bed and finished processing the fact that the day began with duplications, I was already behind and forgot to prep the coffee the night before. I plead with the drowsy Bald One, who swore he might beat me out of bed on his day off, to go make the coffee…but to no avail. Showered and feeding the brain with a half of an asiago bagel from yesterday, I watch the slow percolation as the seconds tick by making me later and later for work.

I stroll in late and slightly guilty but am confident I can tie up a few loose ends left from yesterday. I get my computer up from its nap and I’m about to logon when one of my regional managers starts a discussion with me. This results in two things I need to do for him today. One is immediately started, but not finished until Monday at the earliest. The other takes me until 4:45pm begin as my phone rings. That call finishes and I realize my voicemail is blinking. Those get followed up on only to have the light go on again. The email (which, I started reading during the first call due to the fact we were discussing it) is getting chipped away and other items are either completed and filed, forwarded on to another party or creating a new list of questions. I think I was on the phone more than not from when the manager left my office until some time after lunch. I actually made a quick call as people were waiting for me in a warming-up car…and during that call, the VM light came on again. Instead of compulsively checking it, I left it.

Lunch brought a brief respite, after checking my email on the way to find out we officially lost one actor, replaced him with an actor already cast and cast a replacement in that role. We’d also gained someone to read stage directions and an assistant to the producer had been contacted. All good things on that front, and I created some duplication by not finishing reading an email before sending out a question. We got back from lunch just in time for me to run quick to a meeting I almost forgot to attend. After this meeting I got back to sorting out the twenty things I knew I needed to work on in some way shape or form. The phone stopped ringing. Email stopped pinging. I sent off reminders to folks who hadn’t gotten back to me, hunted down information from one person, made arrangements for a meeting on Monday and realized that oh-heck…I should leave in a few minutes to beat the insane Friday night traffic.

But first, let me get this done. And this. oh – and did I tell them? no…send email and cross that off the mental list. Next thing I know, there’s someone reminding me that there’s a gentleman who wants to walk us out to our cars so we don’t have problems in the dark. It’s 6:30pm. I have two voicemails on my phone, luckily from friends and not theater people who need me that moment. I return one to a voicemail and return the other while driving. That leads to a ninety minute conversation interupted once by the first call calling me back and again by cats demanding food. I scarf down a bite to eat (grapes and chips!) and then call the other back again. This leads to catching up that ends when I go “oh shit, time to get ready to go to Wilmington…” only to have the phone ring saying the Bald One is on his way.

Now, I really need to leak my brain out my ears.