I’m working on an essay (well, a couple of essays) about a manuscript. Mumble years ago, I photographed it. The first day’s pictures were blurry and dark, as I was just getting acquainted with a new camera. I started over, and the new pictures came out better. But I didn’t trash the first lot.
And now I am glad, because the first “bad” batch do a better job of showing the inner margins of the pages, and that’s what I need right now.
Also I thought I had got to the point of needing books that are at home to continue with the writing; but someone sent me a PDF of one chapter of one of those books, a few months ago, and I saved it, so now I may be able to continue even before I get home.
Or not, because there are other tasks I may have to focus on instead. But it’s so nice to find that my packrat tendencies serve me well, instead of bogging me down.