Much to do, and none of it done. If I'd been even partways industrious, I could have finished collating receipts for the accountant this evening and spent the weekend checking things at a leisurely pace in between writing and cookie baking and maybe bathroom cleaning. But no, instead the evening was spent diddlebricking around, touring my town via Google Maps. And so a little more hectic was added to the weekend.

I waste too much time. On my deathbed will I plead, 'please give me back the time I spent on Google Maps!' And just at the edge of my hearing, the Cosmic Phfft! will sound.

The way I get in the way of my own life. You can't beat it with a stick. Then of course, I have to blog about it.