This is a day for turning on all the lights and, er, Spring cleaning the clutter of things left for another day in the office: papers out of synch; old newspapers containing cuttings-to-be. And for assembling all the must-dos that have slid from a past <now> to a future <I'll get round to it> and asking - why not now? Bookmarking passages in fiction where people get paperwork done is a bad sign - especially when the passages on either side are intense. I have an uneasy feeling that at some point during the course of today, I will catch myself telling myself that I really must get organised.
That kind of day. Who was the comedian who said, "I love work. I can sit and look at it for hours"? Possibly Tommy Cooper?
Must get - on with it. Close.