Same old, different day

I can find plenty of reasons to kick myself, and the progress on this project is one. I am not sure what is contributing to the slowdown. Distractions, disagreements, disappointments. People with no clutter can't understand what happens to the cluttered mind of a clutterer, especially this one. Perhaps it's the reduction of meds, perhaps it is an undertow of depression. Perhaps it is looking at the Mrs. work her ass off, while I look at employment prospects and immediately negate myself. Ho, hum.

I have to go off and grovel for fundage at a local financial institution, mostly because I screwed up the whole Mom-in-a-nursing-home thing, and the Medicaid coverage didn't go back far enough. Wonder if I can give the home my clutter...or my soul?