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In two hours, I accomplished more than I had all morning. It was good though. I need to remind myself that I don't have to follow this weird, screwy patterns of behaviors laid down in my memories. But the car is at the mechanic's shop, all Mike's presents are wrapped, the Roomba is resting, I've run a load of laundry and washed some blankets, checked the mail box and put out some butter to soften for gingerbread making. Now I can hole up and watch movies without guilt.