How is it possible that my own handwriting -- the lazy cursive and the inconsistencies in the way I make my Rs and Ns -- distracts me while I attempt to write down even one complete sentence about my day.

I'm better at writing lists. One word at a time.

This morning I hastily made a notebook, using a piece of pink posterboard (that fades nicely to a light pastel from being exposed to the sun) for the cover.