breathe

Good morning, party people. It’s Sunday, it’s chilly, and I’ve got a lovely cup of tea. Mal has stopped meowing at the table and is in front of me, headbutting my elbow and wanting attention.

But really, the tea is nice.

Yesterday was stressful, but ok by the end of it. It took me until after dinner to relax. Even after the agent left, I walked around the house wondering what else was left to do. I played Albion for an hour or so, which helped me settle down a little. It’s mindless.

Since I did all the chores yesterday, I only have three things planned for today. I’ll do a morning workout – I haven’t decided what or how long it will be. Later, I have to go to the store and pick up some stuff for the week. I’ve been trying really hard to use up as much of the perishable foods as I can. I’m still working on that 5 lb bag of meatballs. I’ve tried to avoid buying extra household supplies that would probably get thrown out, but I’ve run out of dish soap.

And I’m forever running out of a cat litter.

Shawshank told me I need to buy myself a treat while I’m shopping. I haven’t decided what to buy. Maybe some Brussels sprouts and sausage. Or a fat roast beef melt on naan.

I’ll figure something out.

At some point, we’ll be chatting and doing the disclosures paperwork for the house. I found the original disclosures form from 2014, and not much has changed. He’ll be in TinyTown asking me questions, I’ll be here in the Ocean State, supplying him with answers. Tomorrow, the sign goes out in the yard.

Time to put a bra on and do a workout. Have a good Sunday, my friends.