Paperwork, Schmaperwork

I planned to do paperwork today. Nah. Did none. Too many other things 'popped up' in the day. Radio show, then a call: "Record this script for e-learning and mp3 it to me!" Record, record. Then another call: "Do you have your article for the newpaper ready?" No, but I can....type, type, type, think, type, type, type. Ready for the press! Down to drop it off -- first issue out this Friday -- River Valley News or something like that (you'd think I would know what publication I'm writing for, wouldn't you?) Look for it in convenience stores and newstands this weekend. 'Deb's Column" or some such title.

To the mall to return a pair of pants (they were too big -- YEAH!. Well, actually they had spandex in them, and you women know about that, don't you? Too much of that stuff and you're swimming in your pants, or your pants are swimming around your body type of thing). Met Nancy D in the store and long conversation, then to Kings Place where I had to park on the top of the world. Ran in the rain to Read's Newstand to meet with Rick & Patricia (he's another DJ; my radio mentor buddy). He signed a deal today for us to record for an electronic learning company, and they liked our voices. Imagine that -- my voice may be reading script around the world. You just never know, do you? By the time I got out of the parking garage and home again jiggety jigg, Mrs. Hvwiggins had completed her tasks and signed out for the day. And students starting at 4:30 gave no time for no paperwork (forgive the grammar; you wouldn't know I can write occasionally).

Well, we did get our ice cream sundaes last night and they were some good (forgive me). Now Doug is outside having arrived home from Coldstream with a pile of steel for his new project. Did I mention this yesterday? A trailer for a car and biofuel for a future trip to the west. Will we ever stop creating and inventing? I think not. Nite