Erin, insent.

Perkins, I am always up for being bossy.

I was supposed to call a psychiatrist today, but I DIDN:T!!! crap. I never manage to do all the things I am supposed.

Well, now it is too late and I should eat dinner and make my child get off the Wii.

I never manage to do all the things I am supposed.

Me neither. Then I figure, if I did all the things I am supposed to do today, what would I do tomorrow?

I got hardly any of the things I was supposed to do today done. But my greenhouse is fully assembled (well, almost fully assembled, there's some shelving that I need to decide how to space, but that will be easy) and sheltering plants so I'll call that a win.

OK, I now know what I need to do for my car (past due) and license (still within time frame) in PA. I have almost all of the documentation, too, which is nice. So, I will get that together and go get the license Wednesday (I have everything for that).

The registration is going to take some financial sorting; right now the car isn't on the road, because I'm using my mother's (awesome) car while she is home bound, so, while unfortunate circumstances, I will take advantage of them to do what I need to do. And she feels happier about asking me to do stuff for her (even though she knows I don't mind. Parents.) since she's being so generous as to let me use her car... win-win!

My immediate goals: 1) pay off the car ASAP, 2) change to the cheapest insurance coverage plan possible (it's a 2001 Prizm), 3) save enough money to have the poor thing serviced, 4) evaluate probable longevity of car and make plans.

Now with the house, I have a neverending list of things I could be doing. I'd say I give myself permission to not Do All The Things, but really...sometimes I just doanwanna, so I don't. No permission required.

Tuesday productivity is a project that needs finishing and delivering by around 5p; hence license on Wednesday. I am going to go to bed now and get up early. The morning time will be useful even if I end up finishing the project in the afternoon. I also need to make at least ten phone calls tomorrow. Hmmm. This accountability thing may have something to it.

There was a guy in the pharmacy giving a masterclass in creepy.

• "Your hands must be really soft..." The pharmacist looked at him with both horror and, well, lots of horror. "You're putting lotion on your hands," he explained.
• After I gave my address for ID purposes (sans apartment #) he says brightly "I'll be round for dinner!" I turned to the pharmacist and asked her why they were letting criminals in there, and he interjected "I'm not a criminal! I'm a comedian!" I gave him the *this close* hand gesture, and he kept talking, but I did not concomitantly keep listening. I responded to his first excuse with "No, not good enough" and his second with "Maybe, a little. Just a little." But I truly have no idea what he was saying, because my brain had run ahead and gotten into my car without me.

He was just so gross.

This conversation is reminding me that my to do list for this weekend involved redoing the leaky caulking in the bathtub. It's still undone.

This conversation is reminding me that my to do list for this weekend involved redoing the leaky caulking in the bathtub. It's still undone.

JenP, don't forget to take your SSN card and a power bill or something like it to prove your address. There's a whole list of things, somewhere. PA registration is ... about as logical as its beverage sales.