Spring-cleaning is a very satisfying activity. I haven’t quite finished moving in yet (understand: everything isn’t organized as I would like it, and there are still a couple of boxes to unpack) but my flat definately looks better. I mean, it’s presentable enough for me to receive.
And there’s nothing like a spring-cleaned flat to make me feel up to attacking my university work. Ricoeur, Changeux, Agrippa, Quine and Barnes and Ducrot, here I come!
