Searching for distractions
I need to get started pulling the paper together for our taxes. I really do. I have cleaned the litter boxes, swept and mopped, run a load of dishes, and two loads of laundry. I'm running out of excuses. Whimper.
“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”