Yesterday was the Day of All Meetings.

All I really got done was to write one short assignment, and then after I got home, I got up to the toe decreases on the green sock from "The Joy of Knitting."

Today I need to type in all the revisions to my prairie conference paper, hopefully send the finished deal off, prep for one class tomorrow, and I also have a bunch of people to call. I hate calling people. I think it's because I hate imposing on people's time, I hate asking people to do things because I fear they will either tell me flatly "no" or they will complain at me - I hate being complained at for asking someone to do one thing when I am doing eight. And I just hate talking on the phone. I'd rather talk face-to-face with a person than try to call them. I don't know why. Maybe it's because face-to-face I have the expressions to "read" and to help me figure out if they're really ticked off at me for asking for their help, or if they're just overwhelmed right now, or whatever.

I want to start something new. I got as far as taking the ball of the "hummingbird" colored sockyarn I bought in McKinney back in June out of my storage closet, but then I just felt like it was too hot to think about casting on anything...it's been really humid here because of the rain, and it's getting to me.

And you know, things have repercussions. Back a month or so ago, I talked about my upset with dealing with a service-industry who I felt overcharged a group I belong to, and so I cancelled our future association with that industry? Got a call this morning from their financial officer asking me some follow-up information(I got the feeling he was somewhat troubled about them). I was totally polite and didn't name names. But I feel somewhat vindicated that my complaint and my refusal to pay their fees in the future seem to have gotten somewhere.