Planners

Whew, busy day today. The best part about January 1st is starting a new bunch of planners. It all started as a way to keep track of the books I read and when I finish them as I have the memory capacity of a demented goldish, but now I'm a planner addict. I have three. One is in my checkbook wallet and has things in it like hair appointments and contacts I may need. One sits on my desk at work and never budges. One sits on my nightstand and is more of a diary in the American sense, with little bits of paper I collected over the year, stickers, etc. It starts to look more like a scrapbook by year's end, except this scrapbook has long weeks where nothing is written in them besides GARDENING or MEDIAWEST SUCKED THIS YEAR, stuff like that. One is for the little boy who lives down the lane.


I want to know who Eleven is now, please. Saturday is too far away.