Friday, while I was wandering around New York City, I went through all the apps on my phone and decided one by one whether each one was a tool or an entertainment, making notes about each app and deleting a few. Saturday, I paid my bills and ran errands in Philadelphia. Today, I went through all my computer organization systems, changed which things update to iCloud, and decided what each organization app was good for (Google Tasks, Google Calendar, Reminders, Notes, and Contacts). I rearranged the apps on my phone completely, too. Over the course of the three days, I wrote 26 handwritten pages in my current composition book, mostly about the systems I’m reorganizing. I did all of this while limping around in New York City and in Philadelphia with bad hip bursitis that made me feel ancient, and while texting and talking with various friends. In between, on my phone, I studied math, listened to French podcasts, and watched Murderbot and Midsomer Murders.

I’m retired, you see. That means I can do everything. Everything. I can even organize myself.

I thought about the woman I saw Saturday in Philadelphia who was wearing what looked like a large bath towel and nothing else. She was very bony, and she was walking fast and talking to herself. She looked annoyed. Nobody said anything to her.

Next week I’m going to replace my hearing aids, get some teeth filled, and change all the utilities over from my dead husband’s name to mine, only three years after his death.

It could be that we’re all doing the best we can.