A properly industrious day...

Few things have as much power to wake one up as realizing that one sits on the edge of having overextended oneself.

In my case, the overextension is sort of in reverse, which is to say, I've been slacking off way too much.

I got off to a good start in addressing the situation with today's effort, but I'm giong to have to learn how to better "work through" the mental exhaustion that comes from chasing down doctors and bureaucrats.

That fun will start tomorrow, in addition to a scheduled repeat of the progress made today.

In the meantime, I am gong to take the rest of the evening off.

Cheers...

Memory can play tricks...

I spent a good 20 minutes looking for the scrap of paper upon which my life might literally depend—well, okay, I'm being somewhat melodramatic, but stilll... it's an important number.

I did not find it.

It then occurred to me that the scrap might be in my BulletJournal.

I was wrong.

The whole interchange was written inside the journal, including the missing number!

So, kudos to me for Doing the Right Thing™, but a virtual rap on the knuckles for not realizing it. :^)

Cheers...