Good holy god give me the metharific energy that these tasks require.
I beg you.
This weekend>>>>>There must be progress!
Thursday: Laundry. Work Job #2.
Friday: Meet with Le therapist. Work Job #2. Tom Russell Concert.
Saturday: Clinic Escorting with Holly. Haircut.
Sunday: Church, Work Job #2
Look at the schedule. It's nothing. Wide open. There's plenty of time to clean. To write. To comb through the wreckage. I can do this.
There's plenty of time to work miracles this weekend (hey, I'm even going to church). Wish me luck and the crack-addled energy of a thousand tweakers.