I love those little scraps of paper found, short vignettes of someone's life. No telling how many dramas can be read between the lines of a "To Do" list. Birth and death and the errands you run in between. I am a compulsive list maker, it helps me put my life in perspective. But I am not a compulsive list doer, list are something to measure you day from, a bench mark from which to vary rather then a ruler to measure your value by.
