Somewhere back in early 2020, in that pre-pandemic time, the basket beside my desk (you know, the one for recycling old to-do lists? Oh yes, I do lists, or rather I have lists - I'm pretty sure that even my lists have lists. But just like everyone else, I don't always "do" them. ) was emptied. And then the pandemic lockdown hit, and somehow in my panic-brain, I became afraid that I would forget things.
So I never emptied the basket again. Just in case - a lost phone number, a forgotten repair, an unresolved task that still needed attention could all be recovered and solved as long as I could find the correct information stashed on one of those lists.
Until today. I've been thinking about emptying it for a while, but after so long, those lists had become a part of my life during these pandemic times. You know, a record, even.
Unfortunately, a very boring and repetitive record of a somewhat boring and certainly difficult time for many of us.
So just in time for the out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new season, the lists are gone. All ridiculous two pounds and 6 ounces of them. And if I've forgotten or lost something, too bad. I probably wouldn't have gotten it done, anyway.