If it wasn’t for lists, I would never get anything done around here.
Although I freely admit that sometimes just having a list makes me feel I’ve accomplished something—and sometimes that means nothing on the list really gets done at all.
I just look it over, and cross stuff off and add other things to it.
In fact, on the desk beside me right now is a list I wrote in the spring of 2014. It reads, “outside tarp (not sure what that means), new patio flooring, black earth, lawn seed, rocks, cinder blocks (not sure what I was thinking about here, either).
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