Aft scope creep

I'm having one of those days where I end up getting sidetracked half a dozen times before I can do any of the things on my to-do list for today. All of these things are good and necessary, but they aren't really helping me feel accomplished.

One such situation today: I needed to unload the dishwasher, so that I could load it again, so that I could clear some counter space, so that I could bring out the flour I just bought and fill the flour bins, so that I could make the bread and buns I'm supposed to bake today. All good and necessary things, but aaargh. Did I mention I also had to go to two separate stores this morning to get the flour, eggs, and cheese I needed for baking?

Oh, and rice flour is up to $0.99/lb. Ouch.

I'm tired today, and this sort of Rube Goldberg situation is really not making my CFS happy. Hopefully once I have all my ducks in a row, I can perch on a stool for a few hours and rest a little.

Political Thriller By Committee

I've been turning this puzzle over in my mind for about three or four months, but as I finally get to the point where I'm going to have to write the scene, I find myself still at a loss. So, dear readers, I pose to you the following hypothetical:

( Too long for lily's -lbc, too long for some friends pages... )