Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time. - Shakespeare

I have to write everything down, or my OCD-wired brain will run through every planned event, every doctor appointment, every work schedule change, every birthday or anniversary, over and over, in Rainman-like fashion, all day and all night. Once I write it down, my brain wipes it and then I just have to make sure I check the calendar everyday.

I used to carry a pocket calendar, but since my center of operations is generally home and not an office cubicle anymore, the calendar on the fridge works.

This year's is a $1 Target jobbie. The freebie zoo calendar we get with membership didn't come in time, and I was starting to get nervous, so I bought this lovely beach-themed one while Christmas shopping (it was better than the kitten-themed one - it was slim pickings). The zoo one showed up just after Christmas - I like it but all the birthdays and whatnot were already recorded on this one.

I love the shore and am hoping that looking at these pictures will help me relax a bit.

When we moved I got very organized - amazing how having enough space will help that - and posted the calendar on the fridge along with the phone list and the trash/recycling schedule. And I just spent the morning consolidating my email accounts and setting up filtering rules so mail to different accounts goes into different folders - then I got really crazy and cleaned up my address book, alphabetizing and adding numbers and such. Sometimes the OCD thing is a blessing in disguise.

Thank you to Badger for suggesting this show-and-tell theme (I do hope the aliens were gentle, dear), or I might not have remembered to change calendar month until it was too late! Here comes March - in lilke a lion, I hope out like a lamb.

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Thursday Show-and-Tell, courtesy of Blackbird