Underway at last.

Finally at least one thing that I've needed to take care of has gotten off the ground, albeit with embarrassing tardiness. I find myself less and less able to stay on top of everything I'm supposed to be doing, and I'm doing my best to chalk this phenomenon up to fatigue rather than to something like character flaw. But it's startling how thick and fast the accusatory inner voices come, even after all these years: if you weren't so lazy, or distracted, or out of your own control, you'd already have all of those papers marked and returned. &c. It's not so pleasant.

(This red-winged blackbird at the environmental center made me wish for a longer zoom lens and more shots per second--at least one of which I might be able to score, if I'm careful.)