I swear to God, I am going to organize myself better.

Time management, that’s the ticket.  Although I’m doing better: I actually got the end-of-month stuff done before 11 PM!  Now I’m just letting my brain reset so that I can proofread with a fresh eye and maybe catch more errors that way.

Heck, these days I’m actually proofreading. Clearly, I am now a tool of the Man.  Which should be at least more relaxing than being the actual Man itself. As Diane Duane might say, this way I don’t have to approve all the timesheets.