Indolence, where art thou?

"O Duty, Why hast thou not the visage of a sweetie or a cutie?
Why glitter thy spectacles so ominously?
Why art thou clad so abominously?
Why art thou so different from Venus
And why do thou and I have so few interests mutually in common between us"?

--Ogden Nash, "Kind of an Ode to Duty"

In the past two days, my first official days free of the 9-5 grind, I have accomplished the following things:

• rearranged pantry
• done 3 loads laundry
• loaded, run, and unloaded dishwasher
• organized desk and computer stuff from chaos to semi-order
• vaccuumed upstairs and down
• cleaned two bathrooms (floors scrubbed on hands and knees)
• gotten car to mechanic
• read two books
• gotten haircut
• brief dental follow-up appt
• eyebrow shaping
• went to bank
• organized bathroom storage (hellish)
• gone for a walk, out to dinner, and miserably botched a social attempt at coffee due to misunderstanding of bus schedules
• gone to IKEA (much more bearable during the day, on a weekday) for office crap
• walked 3 dogs 9 times

Today's scintillating schedule includes ripping up some carpet, cleaning my car, mopping, putting away the aforementioned laundry, and packing for my trip to see my Grammy. The fun is relentless, I tell you.