We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Yeah, what they said above me. While I do get stuff done in the course of the day, I began to fret about A-AADD, after some "normal" person told me this type of behavior should be addressed by a psychiatrist. So, off to the local head doctor I went, who refused to diagnose me with anything, but wanted to prescribe some pills to "help you focus." Now I have a new problem: my lips pull back revealing a toothy snarl whenever I see a copy of that DSM book on a physician's shelf.
Make a list? You need to find a pencil. It needs sharpening. Uh oh, the pencil sharpener needs a shot of WD40. The shelf with the WD40 is crowded, needs rearranging. Hell, that's not gonna do, the shelf is just too small. There's some scrap one-by in the shed, won't even need a saw....
. . . but the scrap wood needs organizing, and the screws and nails? A real mess. So looking at the workshop, I realize that I should have moved half of this stuff out to the shed. The shed floor needs shoring up, but I don't think we'll need to excavate and re-pour the footings . . .
...right, some old railroad ties would do nicely. Probably find some on the net --better get back to the computer and take a look --and check the news --and maybe finish up another month of that 2005 cross-linking project