I hope YOU have a good night and feel much better tomorrow.
All of me is present and accounted for, but whatever that means is yet to be determined. I’ll go take my shower in a bit, after the morphine has begun to work its magic so I can at least move somewhat easier.
I didn’t get to the library yesterday, because I still had one set of “Father Brown” to watch, and I have to watch it in small doses. One disk of that and one of “Endeavour” and presto! Bedtime.
But I got the CDs sorted and put into albums, so there is that. I finally took that load of stuff over to the clubhouse to be donated to the guy I don’t like. He always reeks of cigarettes because he visits the only woman here who still smokes. Anyway, I told Chuck it was to be given with no name and no gender. Period.
So one by one, I’m erasing the tasks on my little white board. Maybe this week, I can get to the filing. I hope. That seems to constitute the biggest mess. Receipts, document copies and in a separate file, knit and crochet patterns.