My brand new, 2022 daily/weekly/monthly planner that I’m pretty sure hasn’t even been written in. Not even my name was signed on the inside page where my name should have been written in the event that I misplaced it.
It’s driving me crazy.
This is the struggle of someone who tries to be organized while working in limbo between The Globe’s 11th Street office and my cozy home — both of which have been exasperatingly searched for said planner.
Part of me thinks I really don’t need an actual year-long, spiral-bound, paper planner anyway. With Google Calendar so easily accessible on my laptop and iPhone, I need only key in my appointments, travel time and 10-minute advance notice to have my computer and my phone ding when I need to get going. Not to mention, the organizers of Zoom meetings and Google Chat can send out notifications that automatically get entered on my calendar by simply clicking the “Yes” button.
The other part of me wants to be able to look at my weekly schedule at a mere glance to see when my meetings are and when I need to be somewhere.
And that is why I miss my planner.
If only I could remember where I put it!
You wouldn’t believe the places I’ve looked for it, starting with both my office and home office desks and their drawers, doors and cubbies. It’s not in the car, the kitchen or the closets. I scanned the garage shelves, the pantry and even the freezer. It wasn’t in the laundry room either.
I searched through my stitching stuff, between the stash of shopping bags and even in my cupboard of cookbooks.
Nope, nada, not there … it’s not anywhere … anywhere that I can remember, anyway.
I guess I’ll have to wing it for a while and rely on Google to get me to where I need to be.
Hmm, I wonder if I should set an alert for Christmas with the family?
I’m sure the planner will show up sometime, when I least expect it, isn’t that the saying?
In the meantime, I want to wish you all a very merry Christmas, and blessings abundant in the new year.