It has been a busy week (and yes, there are non-busy
ones. The must exist, like baby pigeons. They are out
there, we just don't see them.). This past week was
one that was full of little things, errands, tasks, projects
that all add up to exhaustion at the end of ones day.
It was also one of those weeks where I didn't make lists.
The end of the day would leave me exhausted, and
wondering why. What did I do? Surely I Did something.
Why did I not sit down and write a list? Then, I could
have had the deep satisfaction of gazing contentedly at
crossed off items. Those hard black lines through carefully
curated items written on thriftily gathered used envelopes
and third grade homework sheets give such a sense of
satisfaction. But no, I did not.
And now, at the end of the week, I feel that I've shorted
myself. Still, things got done, and the holiday weekend
is almost here where all of those tasks should shine.