Himself: Estate sale, worked at the museum, and ate with the feasters.
Herself: The estate sale house was tired. Silverfish among the books. I found a whole set of daily, unused, embroidered dish towels for two bucks. Laundry. Read. Ate out.
Today: We head north to Lessa’s where we have a token to give her for her six years clean and sober. A miracle indeed.
Gratitude: Dana Stabenow’s ability to catch Alaska in words.
After the first load of laundry, I finally woke up and took into account my extremist lazy tendencies. Instead of running up and down two flights of stairs, I abandoned my computer and took a new-to-me Dana Stabenow - Kate Shugak mystery down one flight to the living room. Setting up iced tea, water, cracking the door so there is a little air flow, I’d read a bit then launder a bit.
One flight of stairs up and down no longer leaves me breathless. We have lift off.
After the visit the other day of grandson Dan and his mom Lee, I saw the living room in a new light. Now I’ve been making an effort to simplify that vastly overcrowded living space. Empty surfaces, read, and launder. Do it again. Then still later, we went out to dinner with the Feaster Friends and home to up and down trips to the bathroom all night. Dinner didn’t quite make it though the laundry got done. The book not only got done but left me breathless with excitement and contentment.