You would think after a few decades on this planet that a routine would be established, a rhythm, even a damn game plan to follow.
I write a list of 'Things To DO' but there's always leftovers, SNAFUs and other impediments to the completion of said task list. Which leads to the old frustration situation.
How the hell to pare the dreck from life while getting on with what really matters?
No matter what I do, someone brings their emergency to my door.
How the hell am I responsible for your screw-up?
Time to move deeper into the woods.