I’ve blogged about one of my favorite lines from Endgame before, when we were cleaning up after Irene and I had to remind myself to take things one task at a time:
Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there’s a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.
I’ve since started thinking of that quote in a less desperate context, as the tongue-in-cheek way I refer to this one, stubborn pile on my desk. A recent reader comment spurred me to do a thorough desktop tidying, and I’ve been able to keep it up pretty well since then… with the exception of this one stack of stuff that seemingly won’t go away. Or, rather, won’t be put away: it’s stuff that I’ve processed and know that I need to hang onto (bank documents and the like), but that I can’t seem to muster the energy to actually get where it needs to go. And, if I do, it just reappears in a different guise (the next health statement, a new bill).
It’s a reasonably tidy pile, so generally speaking, I don’t worry about it, and it doesn’t bother me. Still, every once in a while, I look at it and marvel…