Not going to waste what I have.

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No more, or at least not tonight! I have been sitting and moaning recently. Sure, research is ongoing, including long term food storage. I think I might be able to get more of that more quickly than what I had thought. While I haven't checked out my money to see if I can buy sweeteners this month, I have that list. My guess, with two nights of motel and food costs in SLC surrounding the angiography, it would probably be wise to skip that this month. But, other than looking and thinking, nothing physical has been happening. As I said, not tonight.

I... sort of just stumbled into it. Angry to have been tricked, in a way, by my medicine, and while walking through the kitchen and seeing the dishes stacked up, I decided to put my hands to them. I drained what needed to be drained, filled one basin with hot sudsy water, washed off the counter space I will need and then some, put two more basins of dishes to soak, and... decided that wasn't near enough. I think it sort of followed like this. I then went to get my dirty laundry. I was fearing I had a bunch in the wash room but that didn't confront me none. It all has to be done. So, I entered my bedroom and picked up every last stitch of easily collectible dirty garment I could find, putting it all into a heaping basket.

But then I looked at my bed. It was still out in the middle, due to having had it tilted with 2x4's when edema was at it's worst. Though no longer on the wood, the wood was still there and there was little room to get into bed, which means my night stand isn't in place, so the CPAP machine has not been used. (Yeah, it gets complicated in my stupid little world, or at least I have to think of everything before doing anything so often things get sidelined. *nevermind*) The point is, I removed the wood from under the bed, put the bed back on the sliders to move it more easily, then pushed it back in place, found the nightstand and put it where it will help, then found the CPAP and put it in place on the nightstand. Okies. I then stripped the bed and will wash everything again, putting on clean bedding shortly.

Happy with that, I picked up the laundry (though I still need to grab the towels and hand towel from the bathroom(s)) and took it into the laundry room, fearing I was going to have to add it to two other baskets of clothes. Hmm, it seems I have already done those! So, I sorted what I had, then put a load in. I'm still not perfectly clear about sorting, I just do the best from the memories of having watched women do this. The cats are outside or they would have thought popo had gone mad again.

Which they no longer really fear, but it does get them going. Popo might storm and shout and get uptight, but the worst he does is make noise, they have found. But they do almost pay some attention and quit whatever they were doing, mostly, for a while. But the truth is, there is no fear. It is more like a game. Exemplified by exhibit A, as follows.


I had to stop, my back started killing me again. But as I finish writing this, it is already completely better. Just a little stoppage from time to time will do. Then I will finish cleaning this, the computer room. Sorting paperwork, picking up fully, then sweeping and mopping. I will have this room good to go, those three basins of dishes done and whatever is left after that set to soak, my bed set back up, the laundry done by morning, and use my CPAP for the first time the next time I crawl into bed. Yeah, I do think I will. Wish me luck... while you snooze? I may need it, and I'll just take it since I know you are good for it.

Sleep well.