A week later...

 ...and I'm currently sitting in the recliner in my shorty nightshirt, face unwashed, shower undone at 3:40 p.m.

The laundry from last time has accumulated but has not yet been folded. I still need to go collect the last load from the dryer. Which, I hope, is drying; I swear I started it when I tossed everything in the other day, but it was fully damp this morning when I went to check. That took ALL the wind out of my sails.

My therapist wrote me a doctor's note for work Weds-Fri. I made it 6 hours of the workday yesterday and had to leave. I'm unfit for public consumption. I slept through church this morning. Essentially, it's been a fully useless week, except for a blood-draw on Thursday and therapy on Wednesday. Oh and I did an instacart order from Aldi at some point, which arrived with a giant can of coffee instead of the cheese I'd ordered. The coffee and the leftover, unopened packages of Oreos from Beast are now in my car to take to work for either the staff or the food pantry.

Books aren't working as therapy at all and napping is getting a little threadbare. 

We meet with Larry the Lawyer next Monday to get the ball rolling on Estate decisions. Happy Mother's Day to me! At least Sparky will be here for that. Maybe she can think of questions that I'm far too checked-out to manage.