This morning when I dropped off two stalks of jack-in-the-pulpit for a friend, she wanted to know what I'm doing in town today.
"Everything," I said. "Tuesday is everything day. I do a little bit of everything."
I'm spending only one day each week in my office this summer, so everything sort of piles up. This morning I delivered wildflowers, went to the bank, delivered a pile of research materials to my office (because I'm done with them), called the bank (because when I deposited my check, I drove off without my cash), read piles of e-mail messages, tracked down a duplicate receipt for a Kitchenaid mixer I bought online last year (which, fortunately, is still under warranty, because it's not working), looked at the Facebook photos of my daughter's Brazil trip (which I can't look at on my home computer because our dial-up connection is so slow), dealt with some annoying paperwork, and started this blog post.
When I'm done with all that everything, next I'll work out at the rec center and then start filing that big pile of research materials, and then I'll write a couple of letters of recommendation and some thank-you notes for recent donations to the English department and, finally, meet with the two students with whom I'm doing independent studies this summer, and when that's over, I need to stop at the grocery store and stock up on a little bit of everything before I go home.
That's a lot to do in one day. Today I do a little bit of everything so that tomorrow I can focus on doing one or two things. Tuesdays are for everything; the rest of the week is for everything else.