Truth is, I’m ready to pack it in today. I have this itty bitty smudge of time and I don’t want to do anything. Or I want to do everything. I have so much to do. But I have so little time that I can’t really do any of it. And then all I want to do is sit and stare at the squirrels dashing across my lawn and leaping from the hickory to the maple and back again with a great crash of widly swinging branches. At least the squirrels are getting it done.