When my dad passed away in March, he left behind a whole bunch of post-its. Parkinsons disease tends to affect levels of dopamine in the brain, which in turn generates various impulsive and compulsive behaviors as to ease anxiety.
Having enough post-its was a big thing for Dad, to the point where he accumulated more than he’d ever actually need at the late stage of his life. Mum passed them on to me, on the logic that I’d be most likely to need them over the day-to-day course of life.
Reader, I now have a metric buttload of Post-Its. In fact, it’s possible I’m set for the next decade of my life.
And it turns out I don’t use them anywhere near as often as I thought.