trying to overcome the paralysis brought on by having too many things to do. I dispatched a fair number of them this morning,
miscellaneous banking and postal errands,
library fines,
more crepe paper for the never-ending flowers,
a visit to Robyn as the word is that everyone feels that I've "dropped off the face of the earth", a quote for a balloon palm tree for Mexican night (he suggested a balloon cactus, lit from within),
a trip to the shop that sells the only soap I like; Bee and Flower sandalwood soap,
emails to the hotel that is accomodating the band for Mexican night...

The library also yielded a book of pictures of the life of Gandhi and a book about addictions that I might be able to use in a paper I have to write soon. Other than that, I just have the year end books for the booth to do, I think I mentioned that my accountant wants that done soon. So, tonight I will deal with all the piles. I told him I was at the piles stage, everything was organized but not compiled yet. This is also one way I force myself to get going on it, the visual lack of aesthetics of a collection of papers in the corner of the living room. I'm the only one who spends any time here, though, so it's only bugging me. Leaving it too long also means I run the risk of having the dogs plough through it on their way to bark at cats or forage for treats.