While I am not an amazing non-hurrier, this might be the best piece of advice I ever got in high school. Have some one place where everything goes. At the time, it was a day planner, and non-time-dependent things got put in the notes section that almost every day planner comes with. Now that I keep an electronic schedule, the day planner has fallen out of use, and much of the time the “notebook”=my smartphone and the cloud. But I almost always have at least one pen and at least one notebook or packet of index cards for the purpose. In high school, I adopted the mantra for organization: “If it’s not written in the day planner, it doesn’t exist.” And that has helped a lot, or versions of it. The packet of index cards also serves as a kind of help to people who don’t have that system: “Do you want me to write it down and give it to you?” I don’t know if it really helps them, but it is what i wish more people would have done for me before I learned to write stuff down.

Yesterday, I got to the barn in perfect timing to help them de-worm my horse after I had been worrying back and forth whether to warn them that he can be a little bratty about it.

I found one of my favorite and long-lost riding polo shirts at the bottom of a huge bag of M.’s laundry that I had decided to fold for him in anticipation of his moving up on Saturday.

My new winter boots are the best winter boots I have ever owned in my whole entire life. They are like magic. It was 2 degrees on my walk to work this morning and my toes were toasty.

My baby step, coming up this weekend: buy some goat milk. This will allow me, IF I choose to go forward with it, to start changing the babe’s nighttime routine to include less boob and more bottle. For easy to understand but complex reasons, I fear this whole process, so the entirety of the baby step is: buy some goat milk. Worst thing that happens, I have delicious milk to drink.