I used to pack my weekends full of errands. Sometimes I even made lists - detailed lists that included banal tasks such as 'hang up clothes' or 'sort mail.' And when I was really feeling anal, I wrote estimated times next to each chore and raced to beat the clock. It was a game; each crossed off item a goal, a home run, a slam dunk (and who says I don't like sports?). I'd fall into bed on Sunday night weary but satisfied.
Oh, how life has changed.
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