Cheap Wine and Pizza

Tonight was the planning session for our Kiwanis club's activities in the upcoming 12 months. We did the usual sniffling and snorting over committee assignments, roster placements, and project scheduling, but we also had a few laughs and really got a lot done in 90 minutes...so I'm happy. The treasurer brought beer, we pulled a bottle of Shiraz from the A. & G. Spinach wine cellar (i.e., the collection of client gift bottles tucked away in a break room cabinet), and we dined on Papa John's.

The workdays, however, have been a little bit of a drag this week. Partner A has jumped on the South Beach Diet, and our paralegal, the "Boss," has started a new gig with a personal trainer, so we're on our own for lunches. Oh, the horrors.

Truthfully, my superego has been a little neglected. I should be concentrating better and billing harder. I had two good spells of 45 minutes each today, but the rest of the day filled up with 12 minute phone calls, emails and administrivia. Fourteen different client contacts, and very little progress, because 14 x .2 is still less than three billable hours. Add that to the two 45 (ok, call it 48) minute spurts, and it's still not a day to brag to the banker about (so it helps that the banker came over for the Shiraz, right?).