My god, this house is full of cat hair.

There is too much to do, and I am behind schedule on absolutely everything. This is bad, but trying to push it all uphill in an effort to catch up is only going to break me, and then it still won't be done.

And I am coming to terms with that. I have almost achieved being comfortable with it, and if the chips fall in a bad way, I will cope with that too.

So that's where I was this morning, and then I ran some errands.

Me: I cannot do it all immediately. I will do this thing in this way at this speed. If that's not enough, that's too damn bad. That's all I've got the spoons for; it'll have to do. And I'm going to be good with that.

The Universe: Here, have some car trouble. You didn't really need brakes, did you?

*headdesk*