June Cleaver I am not, and yet...

I've blogged before about my love affair with laundry and all things domestic, but only recently have I pieced together why these strong, Martha-esque phases crop up periodically. Because it's not that they're an ever-present yearning; rather, they only seem to materialize when I've been doing intense brainy activities to the exclusion of everything else. Case in point: I've been in the Library of Congress all week, doing dissertation research, and dammit if my brain isn't teeming with information about things like scrofula, dropsy, St. Vitus' Dance, and more. About midway through the week, I started desperately looking forward to being home and doing laundry, vacuuming the house, and going grocery shopping. We'll be home tomorrow, which I know is soon enough, but it can't come fast enough for me. People, there's baking to be done!