It was the belief of the family that my sister slipped into this hoarding horror after the death of her son 24 years ago. I really think that the death of our mother is the impetus for letting it go.

Wow. Life is really hard, you know?

Happy birthday, Scrappy!

Nothing I did this weekend involved a horde of drunk lezzers. Since my daughter turned 18 this weekend it wasn't really a weekend for getting things done. I did do a fair amount of website work though.

I need to get rid of this Monday morning ritual where I wake up full of regrets for all the stuff I didn't get done over the weekend.

There's a group of us, huh? Tho' my ritual for this happens on Sunday nights, as I'm trying to fall asleep.

I edited a bunch of scripts with my co-creator for a podcast, and took a bunch of stuff to Goodwill to donate. I should have also Swiffered the house, and tackled the next part of the Great Uncluttering, but oh well.

Aaaaaand I should have written a new GCS post, instead of noodling around on Tumblr.

So I think (hi, I'm drinking my tea, so serial posting it is!) that I always feel like I Should Be Doing More. Other people need to and should relax and take it easy, but I shouldn't.

Oh, man, I *always* think that. About myself, obviously.

I manage to....naked slip-n-slide with a horde of drunk lezzers?

Ah, youth. Those halcyon days of nude revelry

among the lezzers

gloriously drunk in the afternoon sun

Other people need to and should relax and take it easy, but I shouldn't.

Oh me too, I never get enough stuff done. The healing ankle is giving me a great excuse for doddering around not doing much lately, though.

Laura, what an enormous relief, and what a huge step forward for your sister! That's amazing, seriously.

I am out of sorts. I can get around without aids and supports now (except in the morning when the ankle is stiff), but my foot still swells and hurts after a little while. So now I feel like I ought to be doing more but I also feel like maybe I ought to be doing less. It's been three months exactly since the accident. Am I trying to go too fast? Tomorrow I have another PT appointment, I'll talk to the therapist and see what's the what.

eta withOUT

Tho' my ritual for this happens on Sunday nights, as I'm trying to fall asleep.

That's one thing my procrastination is good for, I guess: I can think "I'll worry about that tomorrow" about just about anything and sleep pretty well.

I'm not sure if I'm envious of the nekkid slip-n-sliding or vicariously ouchy at the thought of too much friction on tender parts. Oh, silly me, it's both!