Lists

The day has passed with ease.  The dry heat from yesterday has been replaced with a cool breeze and a more reasonable temperature.  The extended hours of daylight trick me into thinking there's more time to accomplish things, but alas the day is drawing to a near and nothing from my to-do list was crossed off.  My earliest memories of making lists are from college when I would organize my life in the margins of notebooks during a lecture.  Spiral collegiate tablets were replaced with buck slips, classrooms with conference rooms.  I often start the day with a new list, carrying over the unfinished items from the previous day.  These written reminders serve as a blueprint for my week, and over time create a tapestry of both trivial and significant pursuits.   Today's list of emails, errands, phone calls, housekeeping will be waiting for me tomorrow when I once again take inventory of things that need to be accomplished.  Sometimes Sundays are just meant for reading the New York Times, losing hours in a book, and a stroll through the farmer's market.  And to-do lists are meant for other days.