You want me to do what?

I'm not sure if it's old age, stupidity or just plain bad handwriting that's got me into this predicament. All I know is that among the items on my list for today is the ever cryptic "bats?" At least that's what it looks like to me. I've squinted, I've looked at it from different angles, I've snuck up on it quickly and the only other options appear to be dats, bots or eels, none of which exactly clarifies the matter. And I don’t even know if it’s something I’m supposed to be doing, buying, finding or maybe it’s someone I’m supposed to call or meet. Whichever it is, it ain’t gonna happen, not unless I suddenly experience the visual version of tip-of-the-tongue syndrome and find it all coming clear, as if I were a miraculously healed sinner of the blogging set. I think the thing that intrigues me the most about it is that while the hesitancy with which I wrote the word seems to have contributed to its illegibility, the question mark is sure and strong as if I knew where it was all headed and punctuated accordingly. If only other parts of our lives worked that way - preparing ourselves unconsciously for our inevitable failure. Wait a minute, that is how my life works. Just call me Bubbles “I may not know what I’m trying to say but I always know how it’s going to be received” Mandalay.