Stop

1.25 hours down, 1.75 hours to go.

Go to Bed

Patches tells me I should go to bed. She’s right.

I Did It

I did it. After 14 months I went to the grocery store. I was freaked out but not too freaked out. I survived.

Plans

The plans for the next 12 hours include:

Finish my Nana sitting shift, about an hour from now.
Go to the grocery store for the first time in 14 months to stock up on sugary breakfast-esque foods and bottled caffeine
Top off the gas tank in the Mazda
Go home and spend a lovely evening with my beloved bride, Jennifer.
Hopefully go to bed early, or at least early-ish.
At approximately 4:30am tomorrow, wake up, get out of bed, drag a comb across my head.
At approximately 5:30am, get in the Mazda with my breakfast-esque junk food and my caffeinated beverages and start driving North. More like North-Northwest, I think.

CPAP

The machine is here and it’s on. Goodnight, everyone.

Ready to Move

Someone is moving somewhere this week and the Mazda is all set to pitch in. (The bag is full of bungee chords)

Define “Lazy”

So the pandemic really is over, eh?

Fury

If the blinds made me mad enough to go on a murder spree, it was nothing compared to the little, tiny curtain tie back thing on the right. The screw didn’t just strip, it disintegrated. Prick.

Blinds

We bought blinds for the dining room window before the cellar fiasco started. I’m just getting to them today. The window was open and I’m guessing the neighbors were alarmed by the frequency, volume, and sheer viscousness of the swearing they heard coming from inside the house.