When to-do lists grow on refrigerators, bathroom mirrors, and the dining table like weeds on miracle-gro and the hands on the clock seem to swallow numbers in a hurry…
Where there isn’t a single byte of space left in your little pea brain to process the red light ahead that you just jumped..
What does one do when there are too many things to do?
Not sure about you, but I’ll just sit here and do nothing. Works for me.