What fresh hell is this? Oh, if only I were fortunate enough to have a fresh hell. I'm fighting the same old dreary one I've been fighting in since Monday: the blizzard of papers that assembled themselves in untidy piles all over the house over the last six months.
I'm making progress. In fact, I'm making so much progress that right this moment I'm in a position to decide whether to work on my 2009 income taxes or to work on the first chapter of a new book, which I'm committed to reading (ten minutes' worth of) tomorrow night at Day's Espresso and Coffee on Bardstown Road.
Meanwhile, the mounds of paper are reduced to molehills, which are just as cluttery as the mounds were. Repeat after me: "Slow but steady wins the race."
Now try to say it like you mean it.