I keep a Google Calendar. Yoga class on Saturday, the same yoga class I’ve been going to for 2 years? Yeah, it’s there. FaceTime with a friend? Yup. Last minute dinner with my cousin? I’m adding it to my calendar as I’m walking into the restaurant. I’ll go back and add an event or outing after the fact. I don’t care. I want to track my silly little wonderful life. Maybe I am this way because my mother still keeps a calendar filled with appointments and activities and schedules on the fridge.