Drafts Are Enough

Ten things I'd write about if I had the energy.

Today it's four.

Charlotte traffic has lost its mind.

I don't know what happened or when, but something shifted. It's not rush hour anymore; it's just... hour. The merge on 277 alone has taken years off my life. There's a longer post here about infrastructure and growth and what a city owes its people, but I'm tired, so: it's bad out there. Drive safe.

March weather in the Carolinas is a personality disorder.

Monday I wore a coat. Thursday I was sweating through a t-shirt. The forecast said "partly cloudy" both days. I'm not asking for consistency, just honesty. Just tell me it's going to be chaotic and let me dress accordingly.

I've been thinking about buying a planner for three weeks.

Which means I've spent more time planning to plan than I have actually planning anything. This is either irony or a diagnosis.

A good pan changes how you think about cooking.

Not just what you make, how you think about it. There's a version of this post where I explain why. But really you just have to stand over a saucier on a Sunday and understand it yourself. Some things don't translate.

Drafts are enough.