If the universe was trying to use the events of this year's Existential Angst Tour to send a message, something to frame the coming year, that message would be, "Just give up now."
I spent the entire day working The List and got only a few things done. Those few things took an ungodly amount of time. Then I burned two hours playing taxi driver for Kathleen and Shannon.
Today has some "gotta do" diversions that will eat up at least three hours (I'm guessing closer to five). It is maddening.
Somewhere in all of this muck is a lesson or an answer or something. I'll look for it when the In Baskets are cleared.