Many people have had the impression over the years that I am an organized person, but those who really know me (or at least have seen my office or room) know that’s not true.
This morning I made a list of things to do that I thought would be reasonable for the day, but looking at it now, I see that I only got through a small portion of it.
Well, the day’s over and I’m off to say my prayers. And pray (once again, for the eight millionth time) that I might somehow unlock the organization gene that is so active in certain other family members but appears to have come down to me quite regressively. But that’s part of the problem: genetics obviously have some effect, but more than biology, it’s a matter of personal discipline, good habits, renunciation, and so forth.