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Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing an invisible deadline to accomplish everything on my to do list. I was feeling a little frustrated last night because I haven't made any progress (apart from digging out our spring/summer stuff) on my eternal bête noire of a project, to organize the basement. Likewise with family history. On the Saturday page of my planner I have: And that's not counting the usual stuff that MoBob and I do like laundry. And sleep. I'd really like to rest up. |
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