I’m sitting here, feeling the need to create a list. Yet another list. I guess it’s my way of re-organising, reminding, re-grouping, re-prioritizing, whatever.
It’s almost pointless, as I never actually get around to crossing things off, even when they’re done, nor, indeed, every really looking at the list again after its initial creation. But, on occasion, making a list just seems like a good thing to do.
It may become more necessary. I’ve taken to putting things in the fridge. Lots of things: the container of brown sugar, peanut butter, canned goods, crackers. Usually I catch myself, but every now and then I don’t and Mr.Q has a field day with it.
Not that a list would be of much help with that, but I do shudder to think of what other bizarre culinary or social atrocities I may be unwittingly committing.
So far, it’s outwardly amusing to everyone else.
Don’t forget: there’s a little thumbnail over in the left sidebar for my renter this week! A little click isn’t all that hard, people…