I’ve spent the whole week trying to complete task A: fretting about not having done it, making a start on it, being interrupted by tasks B and C, having task D take far longer than seemed reasonable, doing a bit more A, having to go back to B, then D, and so on.
By the end of the week, I was frantically trying to finish B (which was now quite urgent), and D had been and gone and was more-or-less OK but not, perhaps, entirely done with, while poor A hadn’t gone anywhere at all. And it was driving me nuts. I have to do A! I have to do A! Arghhh!
Then, this afternoon, A fell apart completely. If I had done it this week, everything I’d done would have been a complete waste of time.
So all’s well? Alas, no. For some reason, I find this turn of events even more irritating. Curious.