I must be nesting.

Within an hour of arriving home I had straightened up my room (no small feat, I tell you!), made three piles of laundry to walk down to the main building later to wash (oh, how I miss the days of having the machines inside my home!!), stripped and remade my bed, made dinner (and yes, I actually DID make dinner — fish sticks, mashed potatoes and sliced tomatoes) and now I’m sitting down to watch American Idol…. Laundry will come later…

As I was in the midst of this flurry of activity, I started doing some math… yup. I’m nesting. My body is definitely in that rush of energy that comes just before the agony of pain from my head to my… well, you know. Oh joy.