I have been exceptionally busy as of late. That sort of busy that makes me feel like I haven't been home for over a week. Yes, I have been here, slept here, ate here and have done a lot of work here. I just haven't had a moment to just be. I need one of those days where I just laze around reading and drinking iced tea on the patio to recover from the week I just had both at work and at home. Bug business and a party Wednesday night was the development party at work. That meant three full days of grunt work cleaning up our department. Museum curators tend to be pack rats and there happened to be some 15 years worth of pack-ratted material to remove, organize and clean out of the rooms open to the party participants. There were heaps of boxes of donated libraries, specimen collections, staff reprint collections, miscellaneous supplies and well just a lot of garbage too that just didn't belong in the work space. It was three days of solid slogging, heavy lifting, cleaning, dusting and I am sore and tired from it all. Most of everything was moved to basement storage. At least it is out of the way and the entire collection is accessible. Moreover, I actually have space to set up shop to work. Vast acreages of table space have opened up and I have staked my claim. I can now leave my microscope and other lab equipment in situ. I don't have to clear my work away mid-day because the only place available to set up was the lunch table. The party was a success, lots of excellent exposure for the bug rooms. I manned the Holland room, one of the few remaining rooms in the museum that remains unaltered from a century ago, no renovations there and it happens to be the room I always work in. It makes me feel like a part of history to be among the large wooden cabinets with thousands of drawers with countless numbers of treasures of moths and butterflies behind glass. The ghosts of entomologists