Today I just plugged along in the right direction.

The teen drama (those words condense to “trauma” to them) was handled. The too much to do at work was managed but not completed (as per the “too much” description). Was able to finish the mowing before dark. Looks like a bad haircut. The scheduling a time for the realtor to look at my shattered dream (glad Mom’s not overdramatic) is no longer a procrastination—it’s on the calendar for Saturday.

Today I pretty much just worked on standing orders and am not looking for any standing ovations.