Time to wish myself luck in getting the fucking mail. I hate how quickly it starts hurting so badly to do normal shit. At the resting for like 20 minutes to psych myself up for going down to circuses going around the front of the house going up the staircase to the mailbox and then tracing that path back

I also have to do a lot of heavy bedding laundry and don’t know how well that’s going to work. Might just… see if someone wants to help me carry all that.