As much as I value the use of recorders to dictate notes, when I get on a roll, those notes become numerous. The other night I realized, or rather, remembered, I had an entire folder yet to be transcribed. Forty separate files totaling around twelve hours. I know what I’ll be doing this weekend, and it’s not what I initially planned. Keeping a positive thought, maybe I’ll finally find that elusive file containing a bit of dialogue I only remember a fragment of. I recall the cutting reply, but not the initial statement. For the life of me, I can’t seem to find the relevant note, but I know it exists.