Here's a truth. I was up until almost 1 a.m. on New Year's night finishing my end-of-the-year montage, and Cynderballz woke me up at 8:30 with a call from Syracuse. I didn't realize I slept so long, so immediately got up and started to take down holiday decorations and rearrange for the Spring semester. This didn't end until 7:30 p.m. when I realized I hadn't eaten anything. I did break to walk Karal, however, and I froze my #$#@$# off. It hurt, too. Then I returned to finish cleaning and rearranging.
Home ownership. I have no idea how accumulated so much stuff and now I have to take care of it.
Spent most of last night talking with Chitunga who was on a layover in Chicago...processing his holiday, his road trip to the Villages, his first time to Tampa to visit Lys's sister. God I love this kid...his maturity amazes me each and every day.
I set a goal to rewatch the last season of Stranger Things, so I would be fully attentive with the season just released, but the cleaning bug took over, and from the cleaning I simply got sore....cranky....and tired. Maybe I'll do that today.
I am happy, however, that I crock-potted meals for the week, so I don't really have to cook. I should be good for one more day and will then have to start all over again.
I don't think the temperatures are supposed to break any time soon. But I do know it's Friday, and Thursday was New Year's Day, so now I have a weekend to relax and get on top of the universe some. Would love it if it was a wee bit warmer.
