Going nowhere
I can be organized, but I’m usually not. Our book collection is one of the only exceptions. Maybe the only exception. A few years ago (maybe four?) I created a spreadsheet with details of every book we own, and now it’s terribly out of date. Yesterday, I started going through the shelves and updating that list. It’s going to take a while, but I’m already about 25% done with the fiction after just a couple hours spread across today and yesterday.
I know, this is fascinating. My point might be that I always want to be organized, and I can be about most things, but only short term. You can see where my priorities lie. Everything else takes more effort that I want to put in.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this. Possibly nowhere. And that seems like a good place to stop.