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Jul. 9th, 2019 08:01 pmAt the end of yesterday my sister looked at her bullet journal thing (she has a big composition notebook she rulers a calendar onto and writes long lists on every single day), and checked something off the list, and then bent and looked closer.
"That's it," she said.
I looked up. "What?"
"That's the whole to-do list," she said.
"What, done?"
"Yeah," she said, and carefully counted it all off. "Yeah, it's all done."
"Oh," I said, "That's good."
"I figured I'd have to move at least half of it to future days," she said. "I never figured we could do all that today." And then she beamed at me, because I'd done a bunch of it.
She's not big for effusive thank-yous, but that felt pretty nice.
"That's it," she said.
I looked up. "What?"
"That's the whole to-do list," she said.
"What, done?"
"Yeah," she said, and carefully counted it all off. "Yeah, it's all done."
"Oh," I said, "That's good."
"I figured I'd have to move at least half of it to future days," she said. "I never figured we could do all that today." And then she beamed at me, because I'd done a bunch of it.
She's not big for effusive thank-yous, but that felt pretty nice.
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