034:: The End.

Not only was (is) today Monday, but it is what we like to call at work, "That time of the month." The first work day of every month is spent with our heads down, manually reconciling dozens of client accounts that are part of their portfolios, but not a part that we manage. So records must be downloaded from various and sundry websites, with a spreadsheet to keep track of logins and passwords and secret answers, etc. And it HAS to be done on the first day of the month, because sometimes the month end figures are only available this one day. Silly, I know. Nevertheless, it must be done so we can accurately report to our clients what state their portfolio is in.

Needless to say, by the time I get home, I am done. My eyeballs are done. My patience is done. Thankfully, I get a reprieve from cooking dinner because - have I mentioned before? - I have the Best. Husband. In. The. World.

So, my reward to myself tonight was this treat:

Yes, that is a chocolate truffle. And I will admit up front, I had more than one. Followed by a nap. 

And yes, I also did the FLY Lady thing and shined my sink, as well as hung out the laundry... but now, I'm done. 

Goodbye, Monday.

Super Bowl

 What else?

Clearly, everyone had the Super Bowl on their brains today. I could not log on to Facebook without reading play-by-play, groan-by-groan. Finally, I had to log off and get cracking on my taxes. Not quite ready for the CPA, but almost there. And it was a nice, quiet afternoon while Alan was weeping with his friends in the Man Cave.

But the real point of my blog today is to highlight the Super Bowl that we have in our house and use every day. My friend Sherrie is an artist who happens to be blind. Recently, health issues have put a damper on her lifestyle, and she has had to put her art on hold while she is in a rehab hospital. As sorry as I am for that, I am not sorry to be the happy recipient of one of her lovely pieces of art when she had to downsize. This bowl now resides on my entertainment center and keeps my keys in line. 

I am one of those people who constantly mislays things. My glasses. My cell phone. My keys. I cannot even tell you how many key rings I have mislaid. But since watching The Big Bang Theory, I have learned a thing or two about being consistent with having a place to put “things”... and so, my Super Bowl has come to the rescue.

(Thank you, Sherrie. Thank you Sheldon.)