You may know it as “the listing disease.”
I have contracted it. It comes as a common side effect to making a life list and attending Camp Mighty, or from being an innately organized, point-driven person. (See counteractive example of Desk at Work, which is host to myriad bullet points written on scraps in a post-it leaf-pile, 70-deep, that needs raking and placing in orange trash bags specific to the purpose).
So, to drive the point home (the point, GET IT?!?), a list to encompass all that I need to do, and WILL be doing in the near and very busy future:
- Post about Camp Mighty, with pictures.**
- Rehash driving to Palm Springs, CA and haphazardly from Palm Springs, CA in an erratic drive all over SoCal and The Longest Road in Arizona. Describe being in the car 32 hours with yourself without swerving purposely off one of the many cliffs presented to you by the lovely, southwestern landscape.
- Do 10,000 things for work, including a bunch of boring stuff that I will not include here because of the boringness. It’s boring.
- Edit 10,000 photos.
- Vacuum before the dog hair collecting under beds and in corners forms itself into one living, breathing, keratinous monster and asks you to braid its hair.
- Mail a turquoise necklace.
- Choose and retain a Twitter handle without obsessively changing it.
- INSERT ITEMS AS NECESSARY.
*If this is not the correct Latin translation for “listing disease,” I don’t care.