This week has just dragged. The warmer weather hasn’t helped things, especially when paired with the finicky air conditioning in my building at work. The third floor of a building with wonky A/C is not a fun place to spend your time.
My usual Thursday dilemma though is do I truck all the way across town for yet another game night? When it would be my third time at the store this week? And would have been the fourth, had last night’s activities not been cancelled. In fact, had last night gone off, I probably would have used it as an excuse to bail tonight, but instead, I made the trip out there, and went 2-1 in our Doomtown: Reloaded league. So it wasn’t a complete waste of a rush hour commute.
Now I’m sitting here doing my Thursday night ritual: paying my bills and balancing my checkbook. Okay, it’s not a book, it’s an Excel spreadsheet, but “balancing my Excel spreadsheet” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. I’ve had these sheet for years now, one that calculates how much I actually have but also how much I have left over once I account for what I have to pay. It’s got more formulas than an algebra convention, and could probably be streamlined if I could be arsed to look at Excel more than I already do, but it gets the job done.
And that’s my excitement for the day. Aren’t you glad I took the time to write all that out? Just another hour and I would have missed it all together. Curse me and my stubbornness.