I'm going to indulge myself and engage in a bit of the old meta. I won't do this often as writing about writing isn't super interesting to anyone.
I sat down yesterday before the kids got up with a coffee and my computer at the kitchen table. I thought about what I needed to get done that day. I made a little mental list and debated writing it down.
Then I remembered Hillary's lists and smiled. I had a rough framework of what I wanted to say. I wanted to get across what she did and how we each viewed them. Hopefully I would get across her seriousness, my amusement, and perhaps vaguely how we interacted about them. Mostly I wanted to get enough down that upon re-reading the post in future years, I could recall talking to her about these lists.
Yesterday's post was supposed to be light hearted. Maybe even funny. Certainly it touched on something that was part of my, our, daily life that was special.
Then I wrote the last third of it.
I'm still recovering from the emotional hangover of writing that thirty or so hours ago. My initial plan this morning was to actually write a light hearted thing to balance it. I couldn't do it.
Anyway, that post exposed a few threads that I will pull on and explore someday. But today is not that day.