I left myself a note

So I couldn’t forget what I was definitely going to accomplish.

It was the bare bones of a grocery list, because after returning from a work trip out of town, we still hadn’t carved out the time to make a real trip to the market for, you know, wholesome foodstuffs and the like. I’d decided to simply place an online order, and plan to have the dealotrons to drive to where they’ll even load it in the car for me. The whole time I’m thinking, talk about your privileged life problems, right? Sheesh.

Anyway, I tucked it into my laptop when I closed it and went to sit, uselessly, while my husband made dinner and we ate. And of course, over dinner, other things needed to be added to the list, things that would be other dinners, over which perhaps I’d write other lists, as at many dinners past.

But I’d left the list downstairs, tucked into my laptop on the recliner that has been my primary living space since that surgery a couple months back. So I started a new list. A subsidiary list. I took the time to picture a data model that would allow for this sort of action. I pondered how either the smartphone yet fails me, or I fail to bow to its order, because it’s been in my pocket the whole damn time, but I was writing these lists on scratch paper.

When dinner’s over, I folded up the new list, and put it in my pocket. I felt the edges of the prior list in there, the one I made five nights ago in a hotel room in another city, of people I must email this week. I could cross off one. Maybe two. Shit. So I put it out of my mind for now, knowing only that I’d have to put the two grocery lists together, and the to-email list remains pending, 2/7 complete.

I moved my tired ass back to the same damn recliner. Will this convalescence never end? What price must I pay for saving it all up to use for work, and blowing it on two weekends communing with those who love all things textile? What was I even thinking about, before that flight of stairs?

I sat down, and picked up my laptop. Opening it, there on the keyboard lies a grocery list (now known to be partial). Ah yes. I was about the lists. The things I’m trying to get done. Good thing I left myself that note where I was bound to find it. I might have lost track.

edit: oh ffs. I was all, hey, I’ll shove a picture in here of the list on the laptop with this post. It’ll be totally Ouroborosian and I’ll be able to laugh that off, plus I’ll find out if it’s easy to write a post on the laptop and shove a picture in from the phone, right? And then I’m looking at the picture and all I want to do is explain how the one branded “republic of gamers” had the right specs and was the right price, dammit. Yes, I bought it for gaming, duh. But I did not highlight the brand for the photo. Ugh.

edit again: although, what does it say for a brand if some middle aged mom likes it and it says “gamers?” Maybe I should have highlighted that after all.