Utterly Failing to Get Things Done

Here's how sadly, mindlessly mechanical I've become in my devotion to the Getting Things Done cult:

This morning, I was in the shower and noticed that the little caddy that holds my soap and the six million bottles of various lotions that Joanne uses was a little worse-for-wear, rusted and old.  So I tried to reach into my pocket and get my phone, to make a note to buy a new one.


 




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