I'm glad the peace of the weekend has arrived. It's been a very hectic week, even with Thursday spent snowed in. Yesterday was especially crazy: an early morning meeting with the real estate agent (involving writing a big check, which is always stressful even when you don't think you're feeling any stress), a conlaw class (reaching Marbury at long last), a noontime talk to the faculty (about the intersection between blogging and scholarship), a two-hour stint on a panel listening to and commenting on a talk by Texas lawprof Sanford Levinson (a great talk with a big turnout), and dinner with Levinson and others (good food and talk at the Madison Club).
Next week is a busy one too, including a Thursday trip to Milwaukee to participate in this Federalist Society conference on "The Legacy of the Rehnquist Court" (where I am a speaker, even though I'm not listed on that webpage).
Much as I'd like to take it easy this weekend, I've got to keep working on the project of getting the house ready to put on the market. I've gotten through the most difficult parts. Look how clean the basement is now:
But getting the obvious junk piles cleared only means that the smaller things become perceptible. Maybe I need to think up strategies for not getting swallowed up in housework. Like: don't do anything that has to do with moving as opposed to showing. Or maybe: pick one room a day and do everything and be done with it. But those rules won't work. The first one fritters away time in oversubtle line-drawing. And the second fails because I don't have enough days left. Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop talking about it. Stop thinking about it. Do it!
But first, I have to read the newspaper.