Squeaky

I stared at the backs of my eyelids most of Monday night thanks to the assorted squeaky wheels vying for my attention. All of said squeakers happened to be spinning full tilt despite the need for rest. Few things detract from a good night's sleep quite so well as an unquiet mind. (If "unquiet" is not a word--- it should be.) All of the assorted to-do's had been shelved over the long weekend, and now each item was vying for prime placement in the top slots of the almighty "To-Do List". With the constant addition of new tasks, prioritizing is of little use. It's not as if one really has a desirable choice between chaos, confusion, and general disorder.