I've been a project manager; it's not at all impossible that I know everything there is to know about making lists, organizing them, selecting A Thing To Do, and arranging for it to be done, whether by me or someone else. This doesn't address the issue I'm trying to reach. The issue is *related* to clinical depression, in that depression is also a state in which you can know exactly what you want to do but be unable to do it. Related, but not the same.
This morning, I got nothing done. I had things I wanted to do; I had the time and resources to do them, and I have not the foggiest clue why I didn't do them. No, that's not true; I *do* have a foggy clue. But that's about it.
My foggy clue is that I spent my time reading escapist fiction. I could fantasize about having control in my life that I don't feel I have in my real and actual life.
And there's a lot more here, but I'm being scatterbrained, so I'll throw this out now where folks can comment on it before I wander off on another tangent.