I'm remembering why I dislike some cleaning activities so much. Today I cleaned my bike and inflated the tires so I could ride it, took 3 months worth of cardboard out of the spare bedroom and put it and 6 years worth of phone books from under a table into the car, hauled them to the recycling center, recycled them, came back and removed all the unrecognizable things from the fridge, trashed them, took out the trash, and feel like I've gotten a ton done. Then I look around my living room and it's pretty much he same pit it was yesterday. After all that cleaning related work I feel like every non-upholstered surface should throw cartoon sparkles and emit a soft chime when I look at them.
Le sigh.
Go smonster! May you find all the relevant paper you seek, soon.