this is my list (and it scares me)

I am not, by nature, a list maker.  I like to think of myself as a parallel processor, an aw-come-on-you-will-do-it gal, an original but, of course, sure, absolutely.



But.  The nature of these days has foisted List upon me, and I have, with a gasp, discovered this:  There are 31 things due in the next three weeks.  Even earlier, my clients say, if I could, please.



See that orange tower, rising high?  That's my list—resounding, skyward.



I didn't go to Zumba today.  I ruined my eggs and thought I'd have some milk instead, but learned that the milk jug is empty.  I rose hoping for rain, so that beauty wouldn't distract me.  There's sun out there—sun and plenty of beauty.



I'm going to slip away now, do Thing Number One.  After that, Thing Number Two.  And so on.




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