Struggle, naught availing, the

[desperance]

So far today, I have:

run two loads of laundry through the dryer;
washed a stack of pans by hand, and emptied the dishwasher;
made a pot of coffee and drunk same, while reading Jacey's book;
walked two miles to the library;
revised half a short story as per editorial input;
planned and walked another half a mile to shop for dinner for up to ten tonight*;
carried everything home;
made lunch for m'wife and me** and ate of same;
taken delivery of lamb parts which turned out to be two chickens, which promptly left us again;
made dough as proof-of-concept for a very ordinary sandwich loaf

- and all I feel is frustrated by the list of other things I should have done and haven't. There may be something broken in my head; I think I'm rattling.


*Tho' in fact it looks at the moment as though nobody's coming at all, hey-ho.

**Roasted beet salad with shredded brassicas, dried cherries, cherry tomatoes, toasted walnuts and bacon. Since you ask.