On The List

Maybe it's the changing seasons, who knows?  One excuse is as good as another for not doing that which needs to get done.  Camille and I were discussing our similar attitudes the other day as she showed me a current project that she has yet to start, with the last project still unfinished under the table.  I told her that I wake up every day thinking of all that I plan to accomplish and go to bed with little to nothing done.  It's demoralizing.  She said she found making a list helpful.  Umm, yes, in moderation.

I used to make lists, long lists, of everything that should be done.  I spent more time making lists than doing the work.  A list of everything was just overwhelming, so I quit that.  Now when I get a burst of ambition (don't hold your breath on that one), I make a three-item list.  That is definitely more realistic.  I made such a list yesterday and actually accomplished it all.  Flushed with success, I threw in a couple of more chores for good measure.  (Dusting wasn't one of them.)

Woke up in the middle of the night to the unmistakable sound of a cat yarking up a fur ball or some such.  Usually the quickest way to find the results is with bare feet in the dark of morning so I was treading very carefully today.  The sun is up now and I've hunted all over the bedroom, the closet, the hall, and the guest room.  I know I didn't dream it (who would dream of such a thing?), but I'll be darned if I can find anything.  The hunt will continue.  It's at the top of the list.