Well now. That was a crappy sleep.
It turned out that the junk haulers took the couch cushion I had put aside. I can’t really fault them. There were three guys. All it took was one of them to be out of the room when I moved it and said I wanted to keep it.
But it’s all gone now. It looks weird. The cats were confused. They both walked around the living room, and I could tell their little world’s had been rocked. As it is, they no longer have their preferred snuggle spots. Mal hid for a while yesterday morning. He’d been hiding in the bedroom when the guys stomped up the stairs and scared him. When he finally came out after they left, he walked around as though he expected someone to jump out at him.
The only things left downstairs are the TV, TV stand, and the dining room set. I’ll take pictures of them and put them on Facebook today. There’s a random dresser or two in the house, those may as well be free for the taking. Upstairs is a dresser and the platform for our bed. We built the platform the first spring after we bought the house. I’ll cut it into a couple of manageable pieces and put it on the curb. I’ll lower the asking price on the dresser and hope I can get at least something for it.
BossRPh forwarded us a link yesterday about pharmacy chains teaming up with nursing homes and assisted living facilities to administer Covid vaccines. I didn’t even want to be here for THIS flu season. I sure as fuck don’t want to be here, or any pharmacy, to deal with Covid vaccines.
Our DM will be in the store on Tuesday to have a “focus meeting” with the employees. I’ve been tapped to go. I feel bad going. I feel like it’s pointless for me to go when I don’t plan on being there much longer. Now that the majority of the big furniture is out, I’m looking at my options to sell.
Otherwise, yesterday’s shift went ok. We have a newbie pharmacist training at our location, and it’s nice to have the extra hands. StressedRPh gave me my flu shot. I spent the rest of the shift whining that my arm hurt and I couldn’t reach things on the top shelves. Otherwise, it was a shift that didn’t make me want to cry in the parking lot.
I came home and fed the cats. I had ordered dinner while I was on my lunch break. Before dinner arrived, I dragged down some blankets and pillows. There’s carpet down here, both in the living room and The Pink Room. I figured it would be warmer and more comfortable than sleeping on the hardwood floors upstairs.
Warmer? Maybe.
Comfortable? Not a chance.
Gone are the days when I could toss a sleeping bag on the floor and get a normal sleep at a slumber party. How did we even do that? I felt like I was sleeping on an incline, with my head in the wrong direction.
I don’t remember if the cats slept with me. Mal snuggled for a little while before I fell asleep. I think Chaucer was at the foot of my “bed” at one point. Both cats were more interested in running around the house more than anything else. When I woke up for the first time at 5am, Chaucer was sitting on the coffee table, staring at me. I should have a foam pad showing up sometime today, and that will certainly help with the comfort level.
Aside from the foam, there’s only chores that need to be handled. I plan to vacuum the living room and do the dishes. I’ll pack up some of the random trash in prep for next week’s trash day. I need to go out and buy some wraps for dinners, as well as some milk.
And if I’m leaving the house, I need to put on some clothes.
Have a good Saturday, my friends.
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