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Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt.

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#1110021 added March 7, 2026 at 6:10am
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Today’s Agenda
This morning I sat down with my coffee and told myself it was time to get back to work.

I even used a very official sounding word for it.

Agenda.

That sounded responsible. Organized. Like a man who clearly knows what he is doing with his morning.

The truth is, the last three days did not follow any kind of agenda at all.

My wife decided it was time for us to get out of the house. When your wife has an idea like that, the correct response is not to reach for a calendar or a productivity chart. The correct response is to grab your keys.

So we went.

The writing desk stayed right where it was. The keyboard didn’t complain. The stories didn’t evaporate. They just waited patiently like they always do.

Now I’m back in my chair with my coffee, trying to remember what exactly I thought I was going to accomplish today.

That’s when the word agenda popped into my head again.

Writers like to pretend we have those.

Sometimes we do.

Sometimes the real work is just sitting down, warming up the brain, and figuring out what today’s writing day is supposed to look like.

In other words, sometimes the agenda is no agenda at all.

Apparently the first item on today’s agenda was figuring out what the agenda is.
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