List for the Day

My life seems to be comprised lately of mental lists. And whether or not I fail at life depends on how many things on the list I have mentally crossed off by the end of the day. More often than not, the lists are continuations of previous lists from the days and weeks prior. Do this, do that, accomplish this, finish that. I am slowly making progress but it seems I always have to check that mental list and then when I finish all of these things, I can just live my life. It seems sort of a strange way to plan for the future, though, because once I've finished all my lists, how will I know how to live without them? How will I live such an random, meandering life that is built on the foundation of these details? Won't I still make lists despite the randomness?

I thought I had my apartment more or less down until I bought and assembled my desk, which meant pulling everything out of my sunroom to install it and move things around. The trouble is that now that the desk has a place, the boxes that were in there do not have one. But I also assembled shelves for the sunroom closet and so I'm making slow progress. Tonight I need to get a step ladder so that I can replace all the light bulbs that have burned out the last few weeks. The kitchen one burned out this morning. I think I'm down to two overhead lights that have not burnt themselves to lightlessness: bedroom and sunroom.

At one point writing here was on the lists. Somewhere along the way I forgot to put it down and it got lost in all the other unwritten details of my life. It seems exhausting to think of updating anyone on my life since the last time I wrote. I'm still in Chicago, still learning my way around, still trying to make friends, still working, still finding my way. People are coming to visit me, both purposefully and inadvertently, and the inadvertent visits are as wonderful as the purposeful ones. Lots to be grateful for, lots of great people in my life.

And I finally saw the bean!