The list of errands that we all carry on a note on our phone, on a yellow post-it, is an already insurmountable challenge. We never had so many small and easy things to do. I’m afraid that the message is the new victim of contemporary life (timetables were before). He dies of a rapid illness. I haven’t vacuumed my car for 11 months, for example, and two that I want to go to the post office to drop off a package, and six that I should have fixed the doorbell at home. I don’t even know how long I’ve been trying to sew a button on a coat, sell the A-3 (diesel, 140 hp, goes like a cucumber), pay a bill for an obituary I wrote three years ago, get rid of all the shirts I pictures, change the self-employment quota, open bank cards, fix a lamp, prune the vine, put a battery in the clock, buy scissors that cut.