I washed a large number of dishes, so I am getting somehere.
I think my brains feel bad partly because of what a mess it is in here and partly because there is not enough rest in the universe for me for some reason. I have energy to do some things that are helping or beneficial to me, but going to suffer my awful job just shuts down my brain and refuses to let me get out of bed.
So I’m out of bed, obviously, and I’m gonna do a lot of what I should have done yesterday. Just with breaks, because still. The rest. I crave it and it never comes.
Got the floor swept also, so it’s not like a scattered cat litter minefield anymore. It goes everywhere so quickly lately, it’s unreal.
Onyx has exploded in fluffiness thanks to the season shift, I’m assuming, so I am going to trim the fluff between their toes in hopes of minimizing the litter tracking and the poor thing running and getting no where on my hard floors. That will be when they are not asleep, because I do sure like my time without them screaming at me constantly.
Picked up all the things Onyx keeps throwing off of every surface also. Still don’t know what they threw this morning that made an unsettling glass sound. Hope I am not sad when I find out.
More dishes~!
I hate them so much, my back always hurts and it just seems to suck my soul into the dirty water.
But I’m so close to done, just some plastic containers that I washed at work but no longer trust.
And then I’m going to match a bunch with what lids still exist and toss the rest.
In between all this, I’m still trying to make a definitive connection between one of my ancestors and an important old family from the area. Everything is lining up except Real Definite proof of who her parents were. I just have some census records that Strongly Imply.
