Kim, browsing my Facebook Saved list for recipes: You have a lot of stuff in here, like really a lot. What are your plans for all this?
Me: My plans are to watch the videos, listen to the music tracks, read the articles, and use some of it as a springboard for my blog.
Me: During lulls when there’s nothing else on my mind and Facebook is boring and I’ve already purged all my email files.
Me: Seriously. There are down times.
Kim: So you save stuff every day because you’re in a rush, but you’ll have time later to go back through all of it?
Me: Well. Mostly my attention span isn’t that long, and after the first handful of big-ticket posts I start to drift, but I don’t want to lose them.
Kim: So they stack up. Doesn’t that bother you?
Me: Not much, they’re out of sight. And I’m waiting for Marky to come along and give me folder capabilities for saved stuff so I can sort and find.
Me: And delayed gratification is my bag.
Poor Kimmers. Clutter, even the thought of it, offends his OCD worse than any other, and in my morally-lax final third I’m an endless trial to him. He’s out of the house most mornings now, so I’m probably working my way through the For Later list, right? No, not so’s you can tell yet, because there’s another fact of life at work here — one must be IN THE MOOD.
And guess what, bitches, I got IN THE MOOD to compose and handwrite that belated note to Maddie’s veterinary staff. Mailed it yesterday. Booyah! I should have taken a picture for you — work of art and worth the time spent agonizing over it, except not really. Oh, life, I adore your continuing education classes.
A final Easter Egg for the faithful who read to the end: The Wurlitzer recital in my head, precipitated by my fall on the ice, ended approximately ten days after we upgraded my hearing assists and added a masking track. I’ve busted it several times trying to make a comeback, and it slinks back under the bed. Peace is not overrated.