Bernie showed up in a darned cheerful mood this morning.

The R.C. was (justifiably) crowing and strutting this morning as her bathroom scales produced a number neither of us has seen in 15 years or more. (Go, you!)

Buehler was here and as chipper as always.

The world seems to be happy. What's up with that?

I'm in a sort of even mood today. Not so grouchy as I was earlier in the week, but not actually going about with a song on my lips either.

Mind you, a world o'fun was threatened earlier today when Bernie, tired of me insisting that I don't know SQL, decided to write his own SQL query, by gosh, but in the end it came to nothing.

I handed him the instructions for logging into the software and wished him luck but DiamondGirl, who still has to use that particular program for the free-lance work she's doing for us, found out what I was doing and demanded that I get his grubby mitts off of her software before he broke it or deleted the entire database or created some other disaster.

It's a pity. I was rather looking forward the whole event. At the very least, his attempt to comprehend the instructions should have provided those of us watching with a certain amusement. (I'm sure it would have brightened up my day.)

I'm never let to have any fun.

In other news, I might rearrange how I do my daily timesheet to make it easier for me. I'm experimenting with it today.

We'll see how Bernie reacts to the simplified format. Since he doesn't really read anything you send him, or at least rarely more than the first two or three lines, it may well be that this is the first time he's seen the data laid out so simply that he can see that only about 50% of my day is actually spent working on client-related stuff and the rest of it is frittered away in such vital tasks as getting the mail, resizing graphics because he has a panic when he realizes that everyone will recognize a gadget that, well, everyone recognizes*, cleaning out spam from the catch-all e-mail account, filing, convincing him to keep his mitts off the SQL database, etc.

Tonight I'm probably going out for Mexican.

Tomorrow I might take a deposit to the bank for the company. I need to make a deposit of my own at my bank, which is four blocks from the company's bank, so it seems like a good use of my time (to me).

Saturday I may and/or may not be going to lunch with friends. It seems to be beyond the powers of the universe to find one Saturday in a month when six women can agree to get together.

When it comes to the immediate future, all signs point to Maybe in my life.

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* I have to admit that I'm amused by his assumption that putting an Avery label over the manufacturer's logo will fool the prospective client into thinking we manufactured the gadget ourselves.