It's late. I'm not done with my work tonight. Each one of the tasks I have on my plate deserves about 3-4 days of attention. They will each need to be done by the end of the week. There are probably twenty of these tasks. I'm no mathematician....what day is it?
It's not the tasks, however, that are on my mind at this moment.
It's the little things that are starting to get me right now. The broken gate latch when I leave the house in the morning. The broken board on the front porch that needs to be fastened back up. The new layer of vapor seal that needs to be put down under the house. The motor mounts on the jeep. The trash around the apartments. The rest of the weeds at the bar. The screen door at Manor. The trash cans at the office. The for rent sign that needs to be put back out front. The bent fence post in the driveway. The couch someone left by the dumpster. The giant tree limb lying next to the couch that fell off a few nights ago and landed on a tenant's car. The dents and scratches in her car that I need to fix. The stack of clean clothes on the chair in the bedroom that need to be ironed and put away. The dirty clothes on top of them. The keyboard in the back of the jeep that obstructs my view. The guy who might need to borrow my keyboard tomorrow, which is why I can't take it out. The gym. My back hair.
None of these things will get the attention they deserve any time soon. Well, maybe the vapor seal...the smell of wet lime from the most recent pipe breakage is getting a little old. I need to crawl down there and do that one. But the rest of these little details will all just have to wait until my mind can't deal with the stacking any longer. There's actual work to do, and these things are not directly in the path between me and my objectives. But they are distracting.
This is therapeutic, if nothing else.