Wednesday, April 19
Each card is datestamped for later sorting, and contains one or more of the things I ought to have in mind and usually don't: Tasks I have accepted, people to communicate with, money which should be moving one direction or the other, several root passwords. Cards which might require further action hang to the left of the string.
The little plastic box (not pictured) is intended as long term storage for outdated cards. It may eventually be replaced with a larger container suitable for adding photographs, newspaper clippings, and other detritus.
Other storage is not even remotely systematic: cardboard bank boxes full of college papers, stacks of CD-Rs, audio tapes, the decaying steamer trunk which holds an appreciable percentage of my family's extant historical documentation.
This is not a tenable position.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, I can hear mice skittering through the stove and underneath the dishes.