Good morning, party people. I’m awake. I’m not happy about it, mostly because I was up a little early and had some trouble staying asleep. I wasn’t comfy.

Brian had an appointment yesterday, so he and Mom were out of the house for half the afternoon. With the afternoon for myself, I did some more cleaning. First, I tossed the box of trash I had already filled. Then, I walked around and just tossed stuff into a trash bag. I threw out a few smoking accessories; I kept the vapes, and tossed the pipes and most of an ounce of really shit d8 flower^*.

I also put some clothes out in the truck. I moved all my sweaters outside, as well as some jeans and leggings. For the most part, I seem to rotate between three pairs of genie pants, 2-3 pairs of jeans, and maybe leggings if I’m feeling really super lazy. Considering this fact, I sorted the remaining clothes into their piles of “stays in Florida” or “stays, but could be mailed later”. I did a load of laundry, and now I have clean underwear. Yay!

I also cleaned out our hope chest. Most of what was in it was stuff I didn’t need to keep, mainly a bag of rubber stamping tools and a pile of bullet journals from when I was doing that. The rubber stamps were at least about 15 years old and probably drier than Ben Shapiro’s wife. I didn’t even open the journals. They were from around 2016 to 2020. I don’t need to relive some of those entries. I spent 2 of those years a disassociating mess. When I wrote anything more than my daily/weekly schedule, it was ruminating over what had happened between us. There’s no need to read that. I lived it once already.

In other randomness, here’s a clip of Mom ranting about the Seattle Seahawks’ uniforms.

We’re going out today. It’s an old lady luncheon day, so we’ll be enjoying some crap food with a bunch of biddies.

^*not the same as real herb, and has a reputation for being extremely questionable, but that’s a whole ‘nother rant.