Listing of sorts

Last year I decided living by lists was out. It is boring and sad and often deflatory to the soul as the lists can be non-exhaustive. Unless you put ridiculously simple tasks on your list such as get up, get dressed, read paper, you are unlikely to get through all twelve labours. Before banishing lists I got stuck somewhere between the Augean Stables and collecting the dry cleaning - Hercules never had to deal with Yusef, our bonkers dry cleaner. Shopping lists don't always save you from forgetting the fairy liquid or orange juice as you either get fatigued half way round, get distracted by bogoffs or leave the list in the car. Last week I espied Mad Carina's list which was tiring in the reading. I took a pen to it and crossed out all tasks that were done, half done, a bit done or to be done in her next. The only item I was left with was "sorting". What the heck is sorting? I think I will put it on my list. It can be the only item. I will now sort our washing up, sort the plates from the dishwasher, sort the laundry, sort the student and finish off with an evening of sock pairing. Then I can tick off sorting as now sorted.