Amazing how work expands to fill the time, and yet how it never seems you’ve done enough. Today I have: stripped the bed, washed the sheets, put away the clean ones, put a load of clothing in the wash, cleaned the bathrooms (2.5 of them), applied for a job (the current systems make this actually take longer than it used to, because not only do you customize your resume and cover letter, but you also go through their site correcting and finetuning all the information it’s pulled from your resume), erged 5km, logged the distance, and called the eye clinic to find out why they sent me two bills for the same visit.
It’s nearly noon, and I’m feeling a bit lazy because I have not yet gone out to do errands (mulling over a new suit jacket for interviews, foodshopping), applied for more jobs (not sure if the other two on my list are good enough fits) or worked on my book chapter. I have a feeling that if I had done those things, I’d still be feeling lazy for skipping something else.
Sigh.
Also, housekeeping eats your brain. I spent a full five minutes dithering over whether it would be better to store all cleaning materials in the downstairs bathroom cabinet rather than some there and some in the kitchen, or even put them all on a closet shelf, before deciding to leave them all where they were.