NotSoThoreau

One of my cats died the first week in January too. Every week this year just seems to get worse. But we will either live through it or we won’t. I take the dogs out for a truck ride on Fridays. I seem to still wind up going out for groceries weekly. I have plenty long keeping stuff, but I keep running out of oranges. I’ve been eating two a day for breakfast. I should just eat the frozen and canned fruit I have, I guess. I have things I’d like to be doing. I may put in a couple of small garden beds. I don’t know how long I’ll be at the house, so why not? It’s not that big of a loss if I have to leave it behind. And I am still planning to sell both places and leave. My pulmonologist says I need to get out of the house. I trust this doctor. And I want to live out in the country again. I just get overwhelmed when I try to go through stuff. I think, when we get past the lockdown, I’ll get someone to help me. Then I can just put the keepers in one bin, stuff for Quinn in another, and load the truck up with things to donate. I will get rid of a lot more stuff, since it’s just me.

Miss Lon. Don’t much feel like spinning or knitting, even though I have lots of supplies. I take the dogs out a lot. Pretty much everyone at work is working from home. It’s not so much that I mind being by myself at the house. It’s just stressful when I do decide to go out. And we are headed back to wet weather, after a really lovely sunny March. I just hope we can find a new normal soon.