Bleached the basement floor.
Bleached the basement steps.
Started getting some laundry done now that I can move in the basement.
Cleared the deck of branches and leaves and debris.
Got the lawn cut (hah! I did the trim by what used to be flowers, and hired someone to cut the rest)
Left a message with the cleanup company. Oh – guess it’s time to do that again.
Spoke to the township about when/how to dispose of the carpet lining my driveway.
My brain isn’t working. I stare at text glassy-eyed, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. I hurt from an injury and from all the lugging and dragging. I’m still exhausted. I have a non-stop headache. Not only from all this flood-nonsense and the physical pain, but from the ceaseless sound of fans blowing in the basement. And from the construction behind me at my neighbor’s house. Right now heaven would be a long peaceful nap in a very very tranquil environment.
So at the end of the day, I did what I could to relax. I headed to Buddy’s Bar to hear Ziffy Zarf and Guitar Southpaw play that country rock and blues. Bliss. My favorite moment came when they segued into a great rendition of Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth” and then segued into Donovan’s “Season of the Witch”. Absolutely great. At that point I had enough energy to deal with more laundry and feed the animals and feed myself. I keep forgetting to eat. And yet I’m not losing weight. Sigh. Then back into SL for BigJim Allerhand and Tabasco at Club CTO at Marathon Caye. CTO is Cranston Yordstorm’s club. I got there a little early for BigJim and Tabasco and discovered that Cranston is an VERY fine singer, rocking the place with swing tunes. From there to Fogbound where Callipygian Christensen was DJ’ing.
After that music infusion, I was able to sleep a bit. Because, of course, there’s always tomorrow.