Minor Progress

I've done a little today. Very little. And hardly any of it important.

I *did* file the DMV paper, but have avoided all afternoon calling the place where my car is stored, arranging for a wrecking yard to take the damn thing, or renting a car so I can go to the wrecking yard and get the valuable stuff out of the car.

I need to do that. I just won't face reality or facts.

I wish I was a better person about getting things done, or that I had a Personal Asst to do things for me.

I hate myself, but got all my laundry done. Little things like that I can do. Big things, important things, I shirk or avoid.