Two Centimeters Forward, One Centimeter Back

This week has been full of really insignificant achievement.
Time after time, I’ve started to accomplish some trivial task, only to have it takehours out of my day and prevent me from doing the stuff I actually want to do. Like write.
And then yesterday, just as I was buckling down to a job I knewwould take hours, the air conditioner quit working on a day with a record high temperature. So I ended up sleeping in an air-conditioned motel, and nothing of any significance was accomplished.
Today I...