Operation Clean Sweep

About three times a year all 12 feet of dining table gets taken down to the wood, preparatory to a Family Occasion. The cats are puzzled. Where's the piles and piles of flat white things? Where's all the pens? All the books? All the Scantrons? We must lie on this to make it acceptable again.

Having accomplished this act of virtue, I feel like I've bought myself two days of uninterrupted working. The morning was spent driving out to the College to drop off a) the grades and b) the acceptance fo...