My wife loves lists
of things to be done.
The only thing she
loves more than lists, is checking things off the list after she’s done them.
This is especially exciting
two days before a long vacation. The list is long, sometimes as long as the
vacation. The pace is rapid, verging on frantic, and the joy of that little
check mark on each item is close to indescribable.
I am occasionally
sucked into the vortex. And I try to do my part. Not as joyfully as my wife,
mind you, but I’m in there, hackin’.
Fortunately, my part
of the list is miniscule compared to hers. And in the end things generally work
out for us.
But, man, do I hate
lists.
