Peeling potatoes. If I was in the army this would be a sign that I was in trouble. Instead it just means we are having potatoes with dinner.

My fascinating life.

Random Sunday reorganizing moments. The cast iron pans are new.

After all of the build it yourself furniture things I’ve put together over the last month, this was by far the biggest asshole. This guy flat out sucked.

Can we be done? With the bedroom, I mean. For now at least.

Socially distanced like a boss. It still freaked me out though.

We booked a junk pick up today. There is so much, and this doesn’t even scratch the surface. Everything will be socially distant, of course. They won’t come near the house at all.

Already unhappy with the CPAP on the bottom shelf. That moves right now.