Today I was done with my work at about 2:00. I figured I would mow some of the pasture. I spent the next 30 minutes jabbering and cussing because the battery was dead in the mower and must be recharged and it takes hours, and I had things to do this evening so it didn't get done.
I have plans tomorrow and my need for order and planning was crapped on. I hate it when my need for order and planning are crapped on.
We're redecorating and the final stuff will be completed in the next week, along with a huge new pantry that I must now stock with food, so that's alright I guess