All I can think about at the end of every day is the things I didn’t do. I make lists of things I need to get done before going to bed, delete them as I do them, but there are always one or two left over. I shuffle the remaining tasks down onto the list for tomorrow. And over time, they pile up like snow on the edge of a driveway. It gets to be too much, sometimes.
Today, I didn’t get to write a real blog post.