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'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Wow, we lucked out with the warm sunny weather yesterday for moving. It's supposed to be cool and rainy for the next several days.
...also, let me tell you how happy I am to have a washer and dryer again, and how much I love having it on the same level as everything else.
Did you get a nice bath, Strix?
Ugh, Gud. No fun.
I'm sorry, Bev. My sister has the flashy lights. Really hard to ignore floaty, blurry, or flashing stuff in front of you.
No! ::sad face::
I need to buy a stopper for the tub today.
...and an overflow cover and a bath pillow.
(And wine. Need proper accoutrements for the inaugural bath.)
bleah, still sick. And it's raining out. But I levered myself out of bed and have had tea and toast. Now I just have to clean the house, go to the bank, call a painter for a quote, do laundry, call a tax preparer, and do laundry. Not bad for a sick day.
Oh, if anyone needs a pick-me-up, this thread by Chuck Wendig might make your day. He's a pretty funny guy: [link]
So the conundrum today is this:
There are things that I need to do...
BUT, I don't want to do them.
Do you grasp my quandry?
Do you grasp my quandry?
EVERY DAY
Do you grasp my quandry?
Yes. The scary part is, I've accomplished a lot of things at the office today that I've been -- delaying more than not-wanting-to -- for some time.
None of those things have anything to do with work. Unless you count what I'm doing about my retirement account.
So, I could not get out of bed this morning because the room was spinning too much so I am taking a sick day. The cats are pretty pleased with this arrangement.
-t, please get this checked out. I'm worried about you.
Big piles of Don't Wanna are following me around. I have hit the wall of being homebound, scooter dependent, and my ability to ask for help is completely depleted. Two more weeks and I should be able to get rid of the scooter. Then two to four after that, hopefully, I can ditch the boot and drive wherever I want, whenever I want.
The lack of accessibility in my house is astounding. No way into the house without steps. No ground floor bedroom or full bath. No grip bars in the shower. I'm sure there is more, these are just the things that I run into daily. And then when I DO go out in the world? It is ridiculous. Which I know is not new news, but dang.
As much as I ADORE my hairdresser, I've been with her for years, her new salon is not accessible and I kinda want to boycott. It took me forever to find her, but I want to be a better advocate for accessibility.