I am about to move.
There remain things to do, in preparation. My laundry rests in this list.
It might even take the top spot.
I will need to find work, a wage to support my absurd habits, such as eating and drinking. No human since long ago ever ate without some kind of labor beforehand.
That sounds like a viable candidate for where we got the concept of value. I am getting ahead of myself.
I am about to move. This has to take some thought.
1 – do laundry
2 – find a job
3 – do pushups
4 – toast a bagel
5 – spread cream cheese on the bagel
6 – eat it
7 – do more pushups/drink a Vitamin Water
8 – collect my paycheck, one of the last
9 – put on fresh, clean and softly warm clothing
I don’t want a tenth item. Lists these days rarely seem to be content with a length of nine. I won’t consider offering it any options, though. Nine you are, and to nine you shall return.
This list will probably not work out exactly as written. It’s tentative. Or rather, nine-tative.
I got ahead of myself again.
Kingsburg, here I come! I hope I can serve you in some way. I hope that many little greatnesses will show themselves as I look for them in your quaint semi-Swedish architecture, your provincial sensibility like a scent. The aroma of lingonberries will mingle with that of my fresh, clean and softly warm clothing. There won’t be anything foreign about all of it.
I am certain, beyond any doubt, that I should go to you. I will ride the Dala horse of my joy to the pancake house of my destiny.