Stuck in the between when the holiday is over and the new year hasn't begun, when I have no idea what day it is. (Worse than usual.) The lost final week of a lost year.
At some point today, I have shopping to do. They're predicting craptastic weather starting tomorrow, so the big decision is whether to go south and get groceries today and go north for cigarettes tomorrow, OR do both today. Cigs are a half hour north. Groceries are a half hour south. Doing both today would put me on the road for 2 hours today. Not that I haven't done that in the past. Yo, former road-warrior here. But it has been a while since I did hauls like that and these days, if I have to drive a lot, I'm a toad for the rest of the day. By the time you see this to comment on it, the choice will have been made.
At some point this week, I have to finish the spreadsheets. Oh, I finished the ones for the pay-job yesterday - all twelve monthly ones, and three others input to throughout the year. I also got some smaller personal sheets done - books acquired, the weight/activity log, the one where I keep track of my marketing. I have the big Sales Totals spreadsheet and the Books Sales Data sheet that feeds it left to do there. And I have to update the one where I keep all income and outgo for the writing biz. That one makes me have a sad, but ignoring it doesn't make it go away. Ignoring it would be like sticking my fingers in my ears and humming to avoid having to hear bad news. It is what it is.
I also have to do my yearly wrap-up blog posts.
And I should probably start thinking about taxes. Blerg.
I have three books left to read by the end of the year to meet my updated goal of 90 books. The one I'm reading now, though, is longer than I thought it would be, so I might not hit 90. We'll see.
Eh, it's time to call the office. I'll catch you all later. What are you up to this week? Getting ready for 2021 or trying to hide from it?