That's moi, reading Proust, with only a kinda-sorta self-imposed deadline.
Now the guilt at being such a snail is gone.
One of these days I must listen to the song "Orange Crate Art." When I was a kid I had some orange crates that served as doll beds, nightstands, hidey holes and useful places to store stuff. Do oranges still come in orange crates? Are they plastic now? Inquiring minds want to know.