A capsule along with my antidepressants is working really well. I am happy to report.
I slept pretty well, Ron made some noise yelling in his sleep but I went back to sleep after that. He must have banged his leg going to the kitchen, some blood on the paint.. I cleaned it up with my paint wipes. I spent, what, a thousand on the paint job at least so I want to keep it up. It is easier to keep it clean than get it clean.
Yes, that is obvious.
I got up Ron woke up and wanted to eat, I fixed him a sausage on whole wheat bun. No one wanted the whole wheat buns. There is a story behind me and whole grains.
When I was a baby/toddler my mother had a horrible post partum depression and then back to classic bipolar + alcohol so not really "fit". The neighbors stepped up, an older retired couple. They were very nice and would watch me on occasion. Whenever I did she would feed me whole wheat breads with crunchy home ground peanut butter and fresh honey... delicious. Really ruined white bread for me.
My Dad was always a white bread man so that's what we had in the house, but it was hard to find a good whole wheat bread when I moved out, when I could get it, I ate it. Yum. I have 2 loaves in the fridge.
Not only that I have whole wheat buns... they are really dense and chewy, just the way I like. They go great with a sausage or cheese dog. I am glad I got them, the white ones were sold out (ick) anyway. So I am set for bread. Ron eats them I don't tell him they are whole wheat.
I told him he had enough for a couple days if he eats one a day. Between that and his protein shakes he will be OK. I have some junk snacks for when we go on lockdown.
I fed the cats and will check the primary litter box (my room, of course). I checked the pantry and happy with the contents but really wanting my stuff back. Hopefully that is still on.
I need to finish cleaning the garage and then I am ready for The Return Of My Stuff.
Oh, big news on the Cleo front. Last night she was in the middle of my cot when I wanted to go to bed. I prodded her and she just looked at me. I didn't want to shove her off the bed, so, not thinking, I picked her up and put her on the ground. She was OK with it.
I won't pick her up again - I would never do that "for cuddles" but it is good to know I can handle her if it comes up. She was fine with it.
I am really proud of her progress. I am so used to sleeping on the cot with the cats I won't know what to do when I get my bed back. Big change from the poor little thing that ran and hid when I had food.
Spotty is doing well. Someone got into a big cat fight out back around 10 last night, not sure who but everyone is OK.
I texted my aunt about something and will see what she says. I found something I think she wants. If she doesn't want it, it goes to Lisa, who I know will want it. We will see what my aunt says, though.
I never really factored pandemic in my disaster scenarios so I didn't have a lot for that. It has been a surprise to me when I do find items like rubbing alcohol or sanitizer. I always planned for flood and acted accordingly, which came in handy preserving everything when I did have a flood. I will continue to take those precautions (everything that touches the floor is either plastic or in plastic), but, at the end of this, I will add a few pandemic things like n-95 masks. I may carry disinfecting wipes and clean off Ron's wheelchair every time he rides public transit. I will have to see.
That's it for the morning.
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