Realized that the mysterious missing volume in my salad yesterday was probably because I forgot about the existence of broccoli and so didn’t think to go hunting further in the vegetable drawer. This isn’t an actual problem. It’s a salad. It has whatever I want in it. Variety isn’t hurting the salad experience, even if it’s an accident. Any given day there’s a slight chance I might forget any particular usual ingredient. Sometimes I taste it and realize something is missing, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I get halfway through and realize I forgot a thing and add it. It’s interesting to me because the entire reason I can make salads every morning without worrying about spoon issues is because of autopilot. If it didn’t feel like a single task that’s routine enough that deciding not to do it on any given day would be more difficult than just doing it, I wouldn’t be able to. But it’s composed of many small tasks that in no way rely on each other, and the whole process by necessity must be flexible enough to add and remove particular pieces freely or it would collapse entirely the day I happened to be out of spinach or something. So it’s an intentionally variable collection of potential tasks that are individually mostly satisfying but optional. And that makes it extremely vulnerable to my autopilot issues, but not in a way that actually matters.