Dayplanner

She searched her desk for a notepad. She wanted Jill to know about her change of plan. As she scribbled a quick note, she saw a post—it stuck to her dayplanner. It was for lunch with George Messner.

“And yes, since I couldn’t get away from my office today, I’d like to wrap up this history business tonight, so we can get on to some goal-setting tomorrow.” / Frowning, she drew out her dayplanner and flipped it open. “Let’s schedule tomorrow now.”

“[…] Credit card bills, with annotations,” she said, and went over to her tote bag and pulled out three fat Italian-leather notebooks with a bunch of post-its sticking out the sides. “These are my dayplanners, with notes as to what the abbreviations mean, and my publicist’s log.”