Good grief, where does the time go!

Into much arm-waving and useless meetings, that's where. Yet, I still manage to simultaneously answer Possumblog e-mails, Georgia Refugee e-mails and private e-mails (all of which my Chinese e-mail carrier is really getting tired of toting back and forth), eat a snack which is bad for me, doodle a magnificent small public space (if your definition of "magnificent" means a sidewalk and a bench), sign off on a multitude of computerized thingies for people trying to get permits, call my home answering machine and erase the telemarketer guy (that's some more sort of tenacious telemarketer to sit and talk to an answering machine; but then again, if he got me in person he would get the ol' "sorrynotinterestedthanksCLICK," so I guess it makes him feel better), praying for no rain so the kids can make up one of their missed swimming lessons and I can leer at the help, talk to my wife on the phone, finish writing the minutes of last week's meeting, AND try to figure out why Blogspot is down again (I blame the cultural and economic hegemony of the evil United States. You don't see Iraqi bloggers having this kind of trouble on Saddamspot.)

So, basically, the time goes into a large vat marked "Waste." Take THAT, Stephen Hawking! Lord willing, we'll do some more of it tomorrow, so check back if you're so inclined.
posted by Terry at 4:20:00 PM