shewhomust | Tabs left open

I feel as if my mind has tabs - all the different things I might be thinking about, doing, tidying away, each on its own tab. I click on one, and that's the one thing I can see clearly, how to make progress on that one item; and when I've done it, things look brighter, because I've made a perceptible progress. I know there are plenty of things on which I have not made progress, but that's OK, I can't see them, that's not the open tab.

In between those moments, of course, I know there are all the different tabs, and I think about which I might open next. Should I write a post about Shetland? or diary the next book in the pile? or write an LJ post about the next book? or sort some of the photos still unsorted from last year's holiday? Sometimes instead I write a random post about something that has strayed across my mind, or write a letter to someone who is unco-operative enough not to use LJ - but sometimes I do one of these things, and move a step nearer to catching up with myself.

I had hoped to be able to close at least some of these tabs before going away again, but October has arrived, and somehow it hasn't happened. I have cleaned my boots and balanced my bank statement, sent out a client newsletter and put up two holding pages for two new web sites ("coming soon..."). And tomorrow we pack, and then drive to Sheffield for a party - at which my brother's band is playing, so that will be fun.

And on Sunday it's south, and the cross-Channel ferry. I expect I'll open some more tabs.