a snail's pace

A very early or very late spring cleaning impulse, or some sort of nesting instinct, has taken hold of me. I've decided that my living space is driving me crazy -- I have too many stacks of papers lying around (some of which need to be filed away, but some of which are probably important, like my student loan deferment application in there somewhere), my kitchen is scarily understocked (which is less my fault really than the fault of the first T.A. paycheck that didn't arrive until last week), I need to vacuum, etc. I decided since I have a longish weekend to take care of some of those things before I started working on my academic projects. I've been working all afternoon and evening, but all I've managed to do is clean out my refrigerator, make a major grocery shopping trip, wash a bunch of dishes, and cook some food. I haven't even touched the stuff in my bedroom that needs help. Sigh.

Having four days off in a row seems great, but I have a lot to do (besides cleaning/filing/stocking up). I have to do a lot of reading, grading and researching, and should probably be writing as well. I know it'll get done, but I wish I could move faster.