In the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road had been lost.
This passage from the Inferno Canto is a good summary of my present state.
I feel not so much a sense of being lost. It is more a sense of despair, the loss of any further will to fight.
In a prior post, I described missing garlic. I misplaced some cloves of garlic and was unable to find them after a massive search. The missing garlic surfaced yesterday inside the specially ventilated (lots of big holes) blue ceramic pot designed expressly for the storage of garlic. In the header image, the white garlic is from China. The purplish garlic is the missing Québec garlic.
I defer sorting tasks until the evening. In the mornings I feel best able to tackle High Cognitive Demand (HCD) tasks such as drafting legal submissions. Mundane sorting is relegated to the evening when I am less capable. This creates a problem. I will be sorting documents in the evening and will come across a sheaf of old tax data, or a set of complex documents. I will not feel capable of addressing this material and will put it to one side. The end result is that the documents are once again buried beneath a mountain of paper and may never be seen again.