On my kitchen counter, I have a stack of 14 books I’ve read but not yet written reviews for. They’re stacked in the order I read them because I always write reviews in the order I’ve read the books. But with 99% of my books coming from the library, that means I come up against library due dates.

Tomorrow, two of my unreviewed 14 are due back to the library. Those two happen to be my most recent reads. My brain is not happy right now.

I pulled the two books out from the bottom of the stack tonight. In the process, the book on the top launched itself right off the pile and onto the floor. I think the poor thing succumbed to the depression of being passed up for the latest hot young number.

Every time I pick up one of those two books with the intention of starting a review, I set it right back down again. And instead of writing the reviews so I can return the books due tomorrow, here I am pontificating about the odd habits of my brain.

Must. Write. Reviews. Now.

I think I’ll just pay the fine.

Your Turn

What does your brain insist you do in order? Or are you the type to jump around? And in your professional opinion, am I neurotic?

p.s. Would you change your answer if I told you that in the photo above, the fact that the bottom plate is pushed further in than the top plate bugs me to no end? And the utensils on the bottom plate aren’t exactly straight. And only one apple has its stem. And…

Photo by pinelife.

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