Holy Saturday

Got up this morning and sorted pills, opened all the bags of new pills and combined the last batch with the new batch. And took the ones I need to do this morning. Then sat and watch Facebook Reels, laughed very hard a few times, posted my daily quote.

Sparky had set an 'alarm' for half an hour after I settled in so we can get something done today. She is now out in the kitchen working on clearing off the long part of the counter that has turned into Nightmare City. Most of the mess is long-term, but the past month has destroyed any vague sense of order and it's cluttered from wall to sink--about 12 feet. I mentioned that it would be nice to have ONE PLACE in the house that's not a fucking nightmare since literally every other room is chaos, so she's starting to sort shit. (I'm also in search of a $200 check I put away 'safe'). 

I need to go out and be the Decider, however I'm enjoying having someone else in the house nattering about for a change that I'm going to sit here awhile longer before I get to work. She's listening to a mix of old favorites of hers (I guess): currently "Backstreet's Back" mixed with some hip-hop track, but I heard Pink awhile ago, and the Beatles too. 

OK, here I go. Maybe we'll even tackle the dining room table, currently shoved in the kitchen for repairs to happen in the d.r. (I hope, someday).