It all happens at once. This whole week was pretty much open but now it's packed. A bunch of little shit but where I thought I was open, those little things I was looking forward to, are being rushed, complicated or cancelled. I pulled the trigger on the car repairs. They couldn't finish it today so no pinball for me tonight. I can probably catch a ride to the garden tomorrow but I won't be able to pick up the other plants I wanted to get in. And I have to watch the grandbaby for a few hours so I probably won't be able to run by the nursery down there on my way to a visitation and then dinner with mom. That's if I get my car back by early afternoon.
Thursday was my morning to sleep in but now the shingles are coming. They don't get installed until next Tuesday, yea to that though!
Friday, I volunteered to help at another garden but an hour later, the SIL needs me right before that so he can run and get a pain shot.
I guess it's okay. Nobody is checking to see if I'm exactly on time. Maybe if I stop fulfilling my obligations and commitments, I will stop making so many of them.