I find myself focused on things like crushed hydrangea bushes, a result of concrete demolition out front, and sawdust piles downstairs that need serious shop vac attention. Silly things. Really silly things. Each item on the agenda seems to vie for my attention though, the things that need mended all a magnet for my thoughts. The list feels forever long and impossibly impossible. And I know better than to waste energy worrying about things like forgetting to use the coupon I'd carefully clipped, or fretting over how we'll ever get the house back in order. There are plenty, PLENTY, of better things to think about.