I can't tell you how happy I am to have been able to finally upload the video of my trip to see Dr. Rakesh Kumar, Vedic Astrologer. (I think I went to see him in January.) The satisfaction of crossing a job off the list is enormous. BUT. I shudder to see what's still on the list. 50 million more jobs.

So here I am today (standing on a stool) wiping January --> March off the wall calendar in preparation to make the plans for what's-left-of-April --> June. Deciding what the priorities are is very challenging. Very challenging. (Tips, anybody?)

The one thing I know for sure is that if I don't have a schedule, if I don't attach things to times and dates, they don't get done. Master procrastinator here.

We all have our definitions of crisis. Mine? Not even a to-do list for two days in a row. I'm wracked with guilt that I didn't spend the entire day on facebook and twitter being a good social media citizen.

Instead, I went grocery shopping. Twice. And I cooked dinner for my personal Phineas. But before that, I cleaned. For hours. Listening to the birds. The mourning doves are back. And my favorite most-depressed-bird-of-2015 with his/her three-descending-notes song sung with all its heart.

I'm banking on the fact that I'll be so relaxed and rested tomorrow that I'll be on fire to get back to my desk. Cause otherwise the guilt might just rise up and finish me off. It's nice that there's a place in Greenwich Village with a name to make even the most desperate situation feel routine.

Go Big or Go Bust: Day 92 (one down, 50 million to go)

Go Big or Go Bust: Day 89 (How do you spell crisis?)