But work has been so crazy ever since dear new Bossie came on board last fall, cleaning/straightening my house is starting to be almost pleasant because it's something I can control.  Unlike people refusing to put stuff in my inbox, I can *control* what I put in my utensil drawer.  Unlike the last-minute stupid requests from people, I can control when the laundry gets done at my house (and how it's done). Etc.  The house is under control, unlike the office, which is apt to throw sh*t at my fan, no matter how I try to protect my fan, you know?