Doesn't it just feel like that sometimes? Particularly after you have been sick for two weeks during which NOTHING got done. And even when I am humming along and getting stuff done I still know there will be much more the next day. It's as Dorothy Parker says "I'm a fool to rise at all" (from Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom). Then I get into this "why bother cleaning at all" syndrome. The stuff will just get out of order again and need to picked up for THE MILLIONTH TIME.On a side note my friend Mike did a great blog entry about what winter means in California. I think he is spot on.