What I Did Today

First, I actually didn’t get up until thirty minutes after noon so really, my day was only half a day.

I made coffee and drank it and ate a bowl of oatmeal. I was so groggy from the Klonopin I took at 4 am that I seriously considered taking a Ritalin tablet to give me a bit of energy but I am not a big believer in taking a pill to sleep and another one to wake up so I gave it a bit of time and the coffee kicked in. I washed dishes and then, over the course of the next few hours traipsed down to the basement to put the laundy in the washer, take the laundy out  of the washer. Followed by put the laundry into the dryer and take the laundry out of the dryer. Well, you know how that goes.

About 3 pm I made a huge salad and ate two cups with a large crisp apple sliced into it. This was to balance the cup of peanut brittle low-fat and no-sugar ice cream and the six gingersnap cookies I consumed at 2 am. When I finally put the last load into the dryer, I went out for a walk. It was about 4:15 and getting dark but walking was on the list of things I had told myself I WOULD get done today so I did it. It was a very basic 30 minute walk around the streets and I did set the IPod to walking music otherwise I probably wouldn’t have made it.

When I got home I asked Fred if he would help me make the bed since I was so tired, and, oh, dear, I remembered why I always do it myself. He is extraordinarily meticulous. The sheets have to be exactly the same length on each side. He doesn’t quite get a ruler and measure it, but then he doesn’t have to since he has a very good eye. He kept moving and twitching the sheet a little bit this way and a little way that way until I was ready to scream. But I didn’t. And it finally got done to his satisfaction.

Then I went downstairs to get the last load out of the dryer. Now, I prefer to fold them downstairs and carry them upstairs folded, so I always leave our door at the top of our stairs a little ajar so that after I have come up two flights of stairs with folded laundy, I can just push it open… and he had closed it! I lost it, I must confess. I kicked the door {most unlike me} and screamed {again unlike me} “Open the DAMNED DOOR!”

 It turned out that he had never noticed that I always left the door open and that I had a reason for leaving the door open! He had just shut it without thinking when he noticed the draft. He apologised and I apologised and all is well.

Our landlord and his father are down in the basement banging and are putting props under their floor since they feel it is a little insecure!

Until later…