I allowed only a proportion of my time to things I did not feel like doing, since I found that the list of things I ought to do was endless and would otherwise take all the joy out of life. If at any time I really wanted to do anything on the list, of course I did it regardless of priority, but sandals never came into this category because of the painful recollection of skinned toes. That by and large was how I arranged my life. The list
was not written down, but in my head, and it tailed off down my spinal column where it sometimes gave me a backache.
