I’ve added a page here so that you can explore the books I added to Facebook even if you’re not on.

You can sort by title or author to see the range. It defaults to last-added.

I’m zombied-out and depressed about the car and my limited choices for what to do about it.

So yesterday I added books to a Facebook application, and today I’m moving things around in my house. (Inner monologue: “We need more light in here. Should I use that funny lamp Frederique gave me? The furniture still doesn’t have the right flow. I want to buy things - a real dining table, a nice bed frame…. a car. Wah.”)

Haven’t had a lot of time for the blog just lately. I’ve been helping J with a slideshow for a lecture he’s giving in France, getting Ben readied for the beginning of school, working on some new projects of my own, and reorganizing my office.

I’m sitting in the middle of the whirlwind right now. The room is small, and I have to smash a lot of stuff in here. My office used to be in a bigger room, but I promised that Ben could take the room when my dissertation was done.

I’ve taken out costumes to be stored, and clothes that are too small or completely out of style. I’ve put my books (two levels deep) in the bookcases in such as way as to have the books that I use most often in the front. I’ve put scattered photographs into three shoeboxes, just waiting for the someday that I’ll make some more albums. I’ve created separate spaces for music and cameras and so forth. Fortunately, the filing cabinets are already as organized as they are going to get. I could throw out a lot of my research and notes, I suppose, but I’m not ready to do that.

I’m about halfway done. I found things in my closet that you wouldn’t even believe (OMG - what is that?). Already there are piles of things stacked all around the floor, and in bags (to donate, give away), and in boxes (to store somewhere else, maybe in the garage- oh no, now I have to do the garage…).

How has it gotten to this point? Well, I clean the rest of the house first. The kitchen and living room get messy every day. There’s laundry to be done, and dishes. Since I’m not working full-time, I can’t really complain about doing all the housework (although it grates on my feminist heart). I hate housework, so I throw on energetic music and whirl through like a Tasmanian devil to get it done as fast as I can.

By the time I get to “my” room, I’m tired. I spend a lot of time in here, but I’m the only one who does, so it ends up being my last priority.

I am making progress - slowly. It’s worth it.

I always feel better when my personal office - the room of my own - is well-organized.

Well, much as I detest the role of the hausfrau, there is a lot to be done around here today.

Here’s your chance to chime in, folks!

What is your most avoided, least favorite chore? The one thing you’d trade almost any other chore (or even two) to avoid doing?

Mine’s washing the kitchen floor, and it’s on the list of things I must do today. There are sticky bits and places where coffee has been sloshed, and there are little crumbs, and little bits of airborne floaty garlic shells, and a dead spider. It can’t continue. Sweeping isn’t enough, not anymore. Sigh. Deep sigh. Shudder. Resolve.

See you tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel.