It happens again. I have a myriad of small tasks toward big goal X, and I need to make sens of them to prioritize intelligently.
A familiar though emerges: I want to be able to achieve X better, faster and stronger; surely there must be a dedicated tool Y that solves X and is simple, fast, and robust yet elegant.
Internet having excellent rabit-hole properties, it takes me a solid two-hours chunk of tool-hunting to realize that:
Then, I turned the computer off, took a sheet of paper, and started writing, immediately contributing toward the completion of big goal X.
Computers were supposed to be a bicycle for the mind, but as far as productivity is concerned, paper definitely wins so far.