Hmm, it seems I have a rather strange approach to getting things done.
First, I create lists on many separate pieces of paper and leave these scraps on as many surfaces, in as many rooms as possible. Apparently, variety is the key here.
Next, I studiously avoid actually DOING anything that has been carefully called out on one or ten lists. I am not sure what the purpose of writing down the task ten separate times is supposed to accomplish, but clearly, the intention is not to actually DO the errand, make the phone call, run the laundry, etc.
Once all the of the many tasks have accumulated and exceeded that happy status of 'not really a burning issue' and moved into the 'if you don't do this today your hair will spontaneously burst into flames'-- the best thing to do is:
a) crawl into bed
b) walk the dogs (again)
c) pour a bowl of cereal and walk about your apartment in a daze
Yes, kids. This is my special way of getting things done. Leave it to the last possible second and then wail and rend your garments in despair that you feel rushed, pinched and otherwise not ready.
In happier news, it seems my complaining about the dark and cold of November rattled somebody's cage up there in the weather control center and today was nothing but blue skies, sunshine and mild temps.
I even spied the last apple of the season.
Of course, in the mood I'm in-- all I see is bait for Snow White. Now what is up with that?
So much good is happening. So much good is all around me. Let's just hope I can get some clothes into a bag by 10 am tomorrow-- cause right now? I am headed to bed.