I hate typewriters. It was that day again. I promise I haven’t been procrastinating. I was waiting on one last social security number. I finally procured it last Thursday night. Then Friday we decided to have Wizard Of Oz type winds, so I went home to work at midday. I wasn’t about to tote a typewriter home, and I’m not allowed to have personal information away from the office, so I’ve been at the mercy of the weather. I could feel the clock ticking all week. I’ve been feeling it ticking since Christmas anyway, since the secretary in a neighboring county got hers done before she flipped her calendar over. Overachiever 🙄 making me look bad! AND she’s already got her annual reports out. Geez. She’s probably one that keeps her expense report open to add to as she spends, too. Whereas me, I hunt for twenty minutes for a folder I JUST HAD to find it on my desk under some papers after I’ve looked in all likely and unlikely spots. Going back to work is BRUTAL. But I got a lot accomplished today, AND I achieved grocery shopping as well. It was stupid busy, but when you’re out of tomatoes, you gotta bear down and join the mob. They were out of my preferred chicken, 18-count eggs, and 85/15 ground beef, but I got everything else I went for. (Except, of course, the things I forgot to put…