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pretty sure that he had joined me. I pushed myself onto my elbows and tried to get a handle on the situation. From the living room I could make out the sound of fingers tapping against a keyboard. I threw a jacket over the oversize T-shirt I was dressed in and went out to investigate.
    Tad glanced up briefly from the computer and smiled appreciatively. “You look good. You should go pantless more often.”
    â€œTad, it’s not even six. What are you doing?”
    â€œI’ve got an idea. Your mom said that her temple has almost two hundred active members, and there are almost as many holidays. That’s a lot to keep track of, don’t you think?”
    â€œI prefer not to think about it.”
    â€œThe obvious solution is a calendar. The Jews have one, right?”
    â€œWell, yes, but our calendar is actually numbered differently…”
    â€œI’m talking about a calendar featuring different landscapes and nature scenes and noting all the holidays. And if we sold it at twenty bucks a pop, twenty times two hundred, that’s four thousand dollars, babe.”
    â€œFirst of all, I’m pretty sure there’s a law prohibiting entrepreneurial activity between the hours of midnight and 6:00 a.m. Secondly, almost two hundred members is not two hundred and you have to assume that some of them are related to each other and living in the same house and thus only need one calendar. And thirdly, what the hell do you mean we? ”
    â€œBut I’m sure that within the next few months their membership will have increased by ten or twenty percent. It is Santa Cruz after all, and you know how many freaks live there.”
    Funny, I would have sworn I’d made three points. I leaned over his shoulder and studied the photo he had pulled up. It was one he had taken while hiking in Hawaii. It really would be beautiful on a calendar.
    â€œI’ve been sorting through my photos. So far I’ve found five that I think would work. Oh, and I made up the calendar months for the next year.”
    â€œHow long have you been working on this?”
    â€œSince two-thirty.”
    I blinked. “You’ve been up for three hours? Tad, you haven’t slept in two nights.”
    He got up and kissed me gently on the lips. “Sleep is for the lazy.”
    â€œHey, I like being lazy.”
    â€œAnd I like watching you sleep, so it’s a win-win.” He glanced up at the clock hanging over the fireplace. “I have to get showered and changed. I want to be at the office early this morning.”
    I really was in awe of him. I could survive on six hours of sleep, but anything less than that turned me into the Bride of Frankenstein, inarticulate and mean. Tad walked past me to start his morning rituals as I rubbed the sand out of my eyes. It was probably a good idea if I practiced being as unproductive as possible during my free time. That way Tad and I could balance each other out. Theoretically, this should have been a good day to try out that game plan since it was technically my day off, but in a pathetic attempt to make myself seem dedicated I had agreed to come in to set the floor with Marilyn, my casual-sportswear buyer. So I really only had forty-five minutes of lazy time before I had to throw myself together and run. I fell onto the couch and flipped the channels until I found E! television’s behind-the-scenes look at Three’s Company . I make it a point never to waste lazy time.

THREE
    B y the time Marilyn and I were done, all of my less-expensive and slower-selling merchandise (the things she bought) were up front and my higher-ticket hot sellers (the things Blakely, my careerwear buyer bought) were in back. Of course, I wouldn’t have to worry about it for long because by the end of the day Marilyn would be on a plane to L.A. for a vendor show. Blakely would be back in town by tomorrow afternoon. In other words, I would be doing another major floor change