Timelies all!

Quiet day. Gary went out for groceries this morning and I went to pick up lunch.(Where I had forgotten that I needed to notify the staff I was there for curbside pick-up when I got there, and had to make an impromptu mask from my overshirt to go inside and get our food.)

Matthew and his mom went out for.. I don't even know. His car died. I don't know, they got a ride back here. And now she is calling everyone she knows to tell everyone what happened because that's what she does and Matthew is trying to get her to stop because he doesn't want everyone to know his business. I'm back to feeling trapped and like I'm done and I just want out. I almost did some baking but then it was "what are you doing" and suggestions of what I should do instead and offers of help and I am pretty sure when I can take a vacation I'm going to go to the beach and see my dad for a bit and my aunt and then spend several days alone.

On the other hand I perfectly fried 2 eggs , flipped them without breaking them , when I was making egg sandwiches for lunch.

Despite living alone, I was really feeling like I needed a day without talking to anyone today. I can't even imagine living with anyone I wasn't crazy about.

It's not fun for anyone. And now there is something going on with his nephew that is DRAMA and I'm trying to not to pay attention but it's hard when the conversations are being made on speaker phone in public areas of the house.

...teenagers who are bored and are stuck in homes with too many people do stupid things...

I feel like this was an appropriate quote to have on the page with the fetal pig question.

Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?

I just have the random bassoonist what bassoons at random to listen to (other than normal neighbor noises).

I too had a spectacularly bad night of not-sleep, which made for a logy morning where I didn't feel any better but couldn't nap either. It's taken almost until now to start feeling decent.

My insomnia (which is the can't-fall-asleep variety, rather than the can't-STAY-asleep variety), has come roaring back this week. I haven't had a problem with it in YEARS.

My morning started with back spasms at 4 am, so I gingerly went looking for my combination back massager/heating pad. Then I remembered it was out in the car, so I put some shoes on to venture out, and it was frickin' snowing.

We had a busy day today. Our sump pump hose sprung a leak at some point this week and sprayed water all over the dirt floor side of our basement. We have what's called around here a "Michigan basement" — a space almost five feet high. You have to duck to walk around, but it fits a furnace and a hot water heater. Half of our basement is dirt and the other has been dug out to six feet tall and has a cement floor so only my husband has to duck. Our house is 100 years old and, frankly, the basement gives us both the creeps, so we don't go down there much.

The entire dirt floor had turned to incredibly sticky mud, but it's where the sump pump is located, so ii had to squelch through it to find a place to stand to help extract the pump so. it could be fixed. It was a messy proposition. We got it fixed and working, and I dug a trench so the water on the floor could drain. The DH went to walk the dogs. I then went to work on the cement side of the basement. The ceiling joists were covered I MEAN COVERED with cobwebs and the floor was filthy. I scrubbed and swept and bravely attacked the cobwebs with a broom. The broom is ruined, but the basement is now just grungy but not creepy. I am extremely proud of myself.

Going down into creepy filthy grungy spaces and taming them is heroic work!