at least some little progress

It so often feels that the errandy things to do in my life could eat up all my time. There is so much laundry (and it never stays clean :-), dishes, papers that breed in the corners, I swear, plus the more intermittent stuff, the monthly bills, the trip to the post office, the things that break and need fixing, for some value of break.

I think I tend to ignore this stuff more than I should, in favor of the fun things - who wants to straighten up when Lost Cities could be played, after all? Perhaps that is why it feels like such an accomplishment to get things done.

In the last few days, I've managed to do some laundry, stake the tomato plant, recycle some of the paper in one corner of one room, and send in medical receipts for reimbursement (finally using the medical savings account). I'm glad I got those done, and I know I'll feel better once I do more, but there's a huge mental barrier to starting, even when I do have time available. I so wish it were otherwise. w