Wanna do, oughtta do, hafta do

            I’ve been struggling with to-do triage this week. How do you prioritize?
            Bills:
             The ones with imminent deadlines and late-fee penalties move to the top of the list. I ought to complete charitable contributions too, but since they’re not “must do,” they get pushed down the list.
            Laundry:
            Only moves up when you run out of underwear.
            Groceries:
            Not urgent until there’s no bread/milk/yogurt/cereal/veggies/fruit or…whatever feels essential today.
            Student papers:
             Outrank personal writing, even though I’d rather watch the SheWrites authors’ onboarding video than grade “first fieldnotes” assignments.
            Wants:
            I want to find a recipe to use up that giant cabbage in the fridge, but walking the dogs and getting exercise goes first. Exercise is cut if grading and bills have reached crisis levels.
            I want to watch the last game of the World Series, swim laps, get a haircut, go to yoga class, and go hiking. I could do some things in the morning, but I have to get the oil changed, so I’ll have to use my remaining morning to finish class prep. Since I want, more than anything, to be ready to leave town when Nellie goes into labor, it’s urgent that I complete a maximum of “haftas,” asap.
            This is so boring. I’m stressed.
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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