there was a lot i wanted to get done this afternoon/evening. in the end i had to settle for getting the dishes done, doing a load of laundry, and changing the sheets.
on the other hand, i was just over 400 miles from home this morning. wound up at my desk by about 1pm. settled in at home at around 4pm.
i suppose that's not too bad for one day.
i'm learning not to berate myself for "failing" to stick to the insane mental schedule i sometimes keep.
often, my next thought is: "this is why i need a husband / steady." if i could afford one, i'd hire some kind of assistant, but for now, a capable man-friend is much cheaper.
there's a lot i have to do on my own. and i'm only one person. a pretty awesome person, but still just one.
i need the option to tag team some shit.