My birth certificate has appeared, magically, where I've kept it these last twenty years. After finding it in the wrong place, I obviously forgot I put it back in the right place. At any rate, I have three bags of paper to be recycled and only have one small stack to check through for other stuff. Also, I have all my work in piles, so I know what's urgent and what's not. I'm so carefully not looking at the urgent pile, or the bills I need to pay. It wasn't a wasted afternoon, but it was quite different from the one I had planned.
For the record, I was indeed born.
Published on April 02, 2011 08:32