Crash; no burn.

I crashed last night about 5:30. Could not keep my eyes open, so gave in to the inevitable and set the alarm, just in case the inevitable lasted twice as long as usual. Woke up around midnight, and here I am. Have enjoyed another serving of the breakfast casserole and am trying to decide if I am still sufficiently hungry that I need some toast and juice as a chaser.

Not sure what I want to do next. I could putter some more, or I could put in a movie and knit. The gym bag is packed and waiting at the front door, alongside another bag of recycling. I have a small box that is nearly ready to go to the thrift store. I think my shredder is about to give up the ghost. I am trying to do this methodically, so that I do not re-mess-up the places I have already cleaned and organized.

I cleared all the dolls and their accessories from the top of the painted dresser in my living room. And then I carefully wrangled the small glass-fronted cabinet atop the dresser, so as not to break glass on either item. It fits, with nearly a foot of head space above it. So I (we) could secure it to that wall, a couple of inches above the dresser, and it would look on-purpose. For now, I have it back down on the floor and the dolls restored to the top of the dresser. I didn’t want to put them back and risk the cabinet falling over on them.

Taking a break to do something other than type. If I sit too long in this chair, my ankles start to swell. (I wonder why that does not happen in my chair at work?)

Just finished watching Shadowlands [lovely movie], and now it is time to go to the gym. Thankfully, I can come straight home from work and take a nap. One of my girlfriends is coming over for dinner tonight. I’m thinking potato-leek soup and a pan of cornbread...