I really, truly mean to be picking out colours, buying paint, moving furniture, rolling the walls, moving the bedroom, getting a new sofa, etc. Instead I'm sitting on the bed in the spare room, eating dry cereal in my pajamas, at 1:30 in the afternoon.

There are too many things that need done, the only solution, clearly, is to avoid them all. To revel in the fact that there is not a single other person on the farm besides the two of us. That, for another few hours, at least, it will be quiet here.

Oh, resolve.