Last weekend, in a merrily destructive mode, I 1) cleaned out the shed, 2) bought a bike rack for the car and went on a bike ride and 3) in a wildly extroverted mood, signed up for a newsletter-delivery route for my neighborhood association.

ARG!!! Why do I do these things to myself!?!?

This weekend I find:

1) The backyard is still full of junk I threw out of the shed. Shed is empty; backyard is full of junk. I am unmotivated to do anything about this; perhaps squirrels will do it for me.

2) Twisted my ankle on the bike ride, and a week later, it still hurts, especially when I think about walking around the neighborhood with newsletters.

3) Have not delivered said newsletters. I now find myself in that deeply introverted mood in which my  horror of going up to strangers’ houses is only slightly less than my horror of running into people I actually know.

Again, perhaps I could employ squirrels…?

(sigh)

ETA: Indeed! Squirrels in the form of lil e and her two lil pals.  They did the whole neighborhood in 3 minutes flat. Love that kid. Ankle is magically cured.