Bernie has a mailing he wants to do today. He was pretty wound up about it on Tuesday, when he first mentioned it. There are 40 postcards, you see. We'll need labels and to put stamps on each of them. In Bernie's world, this seems to constitute a major project. I actually considered getting all dithery about it, just to show solidarity, but I decided against it. I'm not really a dithery sort of person and if he has a list of names and addresses he's going to send me, how much dithering can this possibly warrant?

I'm wearing jeans today. This is noteworthy because it makes me hot and cranky in this overheated office, but I'm tired of ruining my good clothes packing up stuff around here. I've been wearing jeans every day this week but have actually managed to scrape out only about an hour to pack things.

Sigh. The R.C. left early this morning. 10-day business trip for their annual conference. I hope it goes well. All of the snow days we had really stressed her organization out since they were falling farther and farther behind their deadlines every day. Let's all take a moment to wish her a good meeting.

And to think a couple of bitter thoughts that she's going to miss this weekend's storm. (What is it with the weekend-only storms?) It isn't supposed to be a big one, though. A couple of inches is all.

Okey-dokey, then. Bernie arrived with his little pile o'postcards. Not surprisingly, things are not quite what he claimed.

He doesn't actually have any names or addresses. He has a booklet with partial information (and it took me a while to convince him that city, state, and zip codes do not constitute sufficient addresses for snail mail) and I have to go online and find mailing addresses and actual contact names.

"So," I said, "You don't have addresses."

"I have addresses," he insisted. "You just have to go and find them."

He capped that off by making me stand in the doorway of his office while he dialed an overseas call.

"In case I have a problem," he said.

If you have a problem dialing the phone, I can't help you, I thought. But I stood there anyhow.

Seriously. Is it me, or is he a lunatic?

I was going to be surly about the 'no addresses' thing but then I decided it was too much trouble. Instead, I'll bury 30 minutes or so of personal surfing in the project.

You know what I don't like? I don't like people who routinely use speakerphone to make calls.