Who knew the marker wouldn't mark the silver poster board as well as the gold?
Who knew I would respond so well to the manic marker schedule of gridded blocks in gilded boards.

I love to do lists.

I'm glad I have to rewrite the silver board, remind myself what I have to write today, to procrastinate the writing.

Honestly, I already wrote a paragraph and a trailing sentence.
But no breakfast and its almost eleven.
Too often it's impossible to congratulate myself on to-done things even though I'm already rewarding myself with hot chocolate.