Digging through the boxes in my garage, cursing the disorganization, I came across an old planner from 1995. “Clean garage,” it said on June 6. That was from an entirely different house. I’ve moved, and the to-do lists have moved with me. The old garage never got cleaned (until we moved), and the new one isn’t clean, either. This can get existential. I’m going to have items on my to-do list that will never get done in my entire existence.