I was checking my to do list for today that I had written yesterday before leaving work.
One of the bullets said “charts.”
I look around my floor because that’s where I keep my unfinished charts. What charts? There were no charts on my floor. So I looked at my to do list again and there’s another note scribbled in my handwriting.
“Look behind you.”
Hee. I had cleaned yesterday since some bigwigs were coming to see our office and put up my pending charts which I normally stack at my feet.
I’m easily tickled. It just felt like I was having a conversation with my old self.