I'm having to run a couple of errands this week since I launched a salvo against the park-encroacher. I commented in my letter that the decisions of how park property is used shouldn't be left to one disinterested city employee. He's the one who sends his guys out to do the code enforcement work, and he posts his flourescent colored warnings on my front door any time he thinks he can get away with it. I suspect he's going to pay even more attention (though I will make a point of insisting that he look at the entire block, not just my house - that is SOP in most code enforcement situations around here.)

Last night I looked through my underlines and notes to myself in the Procrastination book and could see that I did some backsliding. It looks like getting over some of these things is a series of reminders of what to leave behind, and gradually they will be.

SRS