Blood red cahiers

I’m about to cross the road. I’m holding a new set of blood red notebooks I’ve just bought and ruminating (oh, okay, procrastinating) about a new way to organize my to do lists to be more productive.

Will I be able to get my life into some semblance of order so I can get more writing done without feeling overwhelmed by everything else?

Have I bought the rights ones? Have I bought the wrong ones? Are they too big? Too small? Too expensive? Too cheap? Too red?

As I look up to cross the road I see a blood red scooter coming one way, and a blood red car coming the other.

They both slow down as I cross.

Perfect match.

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