A couple of years ago, I started saying I was listless in every sense of the word. What started out as a semi-clever play on words turned into a pretty tired bromide. Last week I started wondering if it were even true. If I'm referring to list-less as in having no lists, it's definitely true. Listless as in lacking energy--also true. Listless as in lacking interest--not true. I am interested in all sorts of people and things. (I learned that the word listen comes from list or lean towards someone to show interest, which in itself is interesting.) List as in leaning sideways, like a ship listing in the wind--definitely true as well. I always list, especially when I'm moving. So I guess the final result of all this pondering and rambling is that I am mostly listless, with a tiny bit of listfulness thrown in.
Happy New Year!
