I had a moment of holiday panic yesterday.
It came out of the blue when I suddenly realized it’s November.
I should be making lists, and ordering turkeys, and thinking about holiday *stuff* I’m absolutely not thinking about.
Adding to my sense of panic, I have to report for jury duty this month.
It’s possible jury duty will only take one day.
But, what if I get assigned to a long trial that eats up days and days or weeks and weeks?
Complicating things further, the call for jury duty is just a couple days prior to an out of state shoot I’ve had scheduled for
I’m juggling a lot of balls, folks.
(Some of which I can’t talk about publicly yet.)
Let’s hope they don’t all collide.
It’s a good thing my daughter gave me a “list book” for my birthday.
Do you know what a list book is?
It’s basically a hard bound, lined, blank, beautiful journal.
Every list you have gets entered into the book … work, personal, family stuff, house projects.
And no, you never tear out any pages!
(My daughter – The Most Organized Human Being on the Planet Earth – has an organizational system she shared with me.)
Hopefully, my list book will keep me sane.
I admit, I’m having a little trouble transitioning from the 3,000 post-it notes I have all over the house.