The dishes are done, and a journal entry is finished and I’m just sitting here waiting for inspiration on what to do next. The dishes made my back hurt, so I have to sit for a while and let the pain pill work. I could make a grocery list, but why?
So I’ll sit and work on the Rolodex. But not at the table. No. Not. The patio chairs are banished, banished, banished to the patio, and I will sit in the recliner with my lap desk (board) and work.
I copied all my files to the slave, in case this thing crashes. I don’t trust it at all. So now I need to do something with my hands. Rolodex, here I come.
You got all the 4s.
I mopped the kitchen, had choir practice, and washed Santana. Next I’ll heat some leftover soup.
WOW! I don’t have to Go Fish, then, do I? Yay, me! Well, I found something else to sit and do until my attention began to drift, and now, I’m contemplating going outside for a bit.
When I come in, I will try to mop up the worst of the accumulation of gunk on the tiles on my hands and knees, with a pan of water. It is looking really bad with all this rain. Getting back up will be the hard part, and I will need a pillow of some kind for my knees. They don’t like hard floors as well now as they did 50 years ago.
And then, who knows? I may find something else to do. Like pack a tub. (I’m actually trying to work off the frustration of the last two days. *sheesh*)