Given that I always seem to have a to-do list that is a mile long, despite the absence of 40 hours hijacked by the office, I have to wonder if the amount of things to be done simply expands with additional time available no matter what, or if the list grows because you’re finally acknowledging items that you’ve completely and utterly ignored because there wasn’t any time.
It being Sunday, I’m plotting out what needs to get done this week and hence, the thoughts on the to-do list. Car to the shop tomorrow - decided it would be kind of cruel to call AAA out today in the snow given that it’s not exactly an emergency. Gotta call the potential laptop repair place to make sure they do the repairs onsite rather than shipping it off since it’s not warranty work, and how long it would take to get the DVD drive replaced. More phone calls to make on the estate, which I am actually starting to think may be settled in my lifetime. Townhouse stuff. House stuff. Get Moxley the snow monster to the groomers again. Eliminate poverty. Bring about world peace. Make a million dollars. Wave a magic wand and make everything right for everyone I know.
Sometimes the list is a little overwhelming.
