My life has felt a little out of control the last few weeks, which has led me to cleaning my desk. As is always the case, I have encountered notes on meeting agendas that now make no sense to me. Most of them are like this:
The pictures aren’t mysterious, because I’m always doodling. It’s the math that baffles me. If I’m doing math, there’s usually a pretty good reason for it, the kind of thing that sticks in my head.
Because my math is almost always about money. Money I might have or money I might not have. Sometimes it’s statistics.
Then there was this:
Maybe further excavation of my desk will reveal the answer.