Today I achieved far less than I planned.
Tough.
Not doing things meant I had a happier day.
Achievement is overrated.
Happiness is often given a hard time.
(on the other hand, I do wish I had achieved the changing of sheets on my bed)
(and cleaned the kitchen - at least put the shopping away; and put a load through the washing machine; and ironed a shirt to wear to my mother's; and emptied the two last boxes of books; and phoned that woman who takes the angst out of e-bay... and.... and... This list added to the post 6 am the following morning)
