There seems to be a moment every night before I fall asleep where I think I’m about to sit bolt upright and think “OH NO! I FORGOT TO _______!!!” But it never happens, except once in a while I have to move some laundry. There are a few people I should have e-mailed over the last few months who I’ve left hanging, though.
The other thing I was thinking about is that I think maybe someday I’d like to be a trucker for a while: see the country, spend my days at work seated and listening to music of my choice (or audiobooks or foreign language instructional tapes). You take your bed around with you if you have a sleeper cab, so you don’t pay for hotel rooms, and maybe not even for an apartment. In my time off, I could write my book.