I just wanted to take the weedeater out to get some of the weird stuff that grew too tall, and it's turned into a 2-hour saga of "I don't know if there's anything special we need to do with the batteries when you use the weedeater for the first time after the winter; let me spend 40 minutes googling to find out" and "I don't actually know if we need more weedeater string, but let me spend half an hour looking to see if I bought any last year" and "Well, that's stuff you really should mow rather than use the weedeater for."

Yeah, no. *I* am the one who does the yard work, so if I want to use the goddamn weedeater instead of the mower, I will. If you think the mower should be used, then YOU FUCKING DO IT OH WAIT YOU CAN'T. Also, I don't care about the batteries; this is fucking ridiculous. It's going to take me 10 minutes to do the actual weedeating, and the run-up has been TWO FUCKING HOURS.

Oh, wait, he just said "We could take a walk." NO TIM WE CAN'T I HAVE YARD WORK TO DO WHAT IS WRONG IN YOUR HEAD???

{offers Teppy a fistbump of "It needs to be elsewhere for two days, the living room is fine, we do not need to find 'the right spot' for your blood pressure cuff or that box of business cards you've been saying you were going to scan for two years" solidarity}

I salute you from "Can we just spend ten minutes tidying something rather than spending four hours tackling the entire task, which of course requires cleaning the dust mop so we can use it, because ten minutes from now I'm going to regret bringing it up?"

And it ends up in a pile, sitting there, not being purged at all.

Oh look, it's our house.

I have weed-eaten. It took 10 minutes. The battery was fine. My husband lives.

God, I really *am* weak and tired after Covid. The weed eater is light, but my arms are shaking so hard right now. This post-Covid bullshit is indeed the bullshittiest.

Timelies all!

Tired and cranky this morning.(It doesn't help that Mr. S has been annoying for most of the day.) Went to the local kosher supermarket for Passover stuff for us and for my MIL. Tomorrow is my telework day, and I will be running my MIL's stuff to her house at some point. Whee.

In my experience, the post-Covid is the bullshitiest. Just in the weak, tired and brain fog symptoms, not even taking into consideration the hyponatremia and seizures. Maybe the brain fog is hyponatremia, I am not sure. But it sucks.

And it ends up in a pile, sitting there, not being purged at all.

Oh look, it's our house.

I have a "Bag for Seattle" but I don't think it's ever making it to Seattle. I'm hoping it makes it to the good resaler / womens' shelter which is the pile it currently lives in.

I am sorry for your weariness, Steph and Sheryl.

Jim told me about a friend of ours who is in the process of emptying the home he shared with his late wife; he remarried earlier this year - my first Zoom wedding, much better than all the funerals - and they are selling two homes to purchase a new one. And if I let my brain linger too long on "all of Barry and Miriam's stuff", it will short out and hide in a corner, for 40 years in one place is a LOT.

One back bedroom is just a large junk drawer, and we don't want to think about the garage or attic. It is just overwhelming. Need to purge, but have to find a method of doing it in small chunks.

Had a 'huge' gathering today, mostly outside. 12 adults and 3 kids. SIL and a couple friends are down visiting from NY. My son and his family, DH's siblings and mother. It was a gorgeous day so sliding glass doors were open and most of us were outside, except those watching basketball inside. It was really nice, although noisy, to have a bunch of family around. (all were mindful, at least half of us were either fully vaccinated or post Covid) I made corned beef and cabbage, and a tempeh variety for the vegans. Tasty. Tired now, but still have to finish cleaning up.