And today we have clearing of desks
Or rather, desk and the adjacent trolley that serves as overspill area.
I've already done serious clearing up this week (in the sense of dumping large amounts of stuff that constitute rubbish in the middle of the room, and removing items of continued usefulness) in the Sorting Room, as a) I have just finished Mammoth Archival Processing Task and put it all to bed and b) the room is going to have shelves put in to expedite its functionality.
And today turned my attention to my desktop, pretty much invisible under accumulated strata of Stuff. I can now see large swathes of desk surface, have thrown out quite a lot of Stuff, filed various things in their appropriate places, passed on various things that needed circulating, etc etc.
As always, uncovering various oopsy buried skeletons that need dealing with.
But to get the maximum satisfaction from this sort of exercise, I do have to let things become something resembling primeval chaos.
Though it's not so much 'let' as 'constantly be distracted by other things which have more demanding priority'.
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Readers, I lolled: quote du jour -
'I was unconvinced by the argument that Clarissa serves as a symbol of Lovelace's mother's absent penis.'
What astonishes me is that people are still doing this kind of by-the-numbers Freudian reading of literary texts, and that some Reputable Academic Press out there is publishing it. WTF.
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