I did stuff. It doesn’t feel like I did that much – there’s still boxes everywhere and it makes me feel like I live in a pit. I hauled three big boxes of trash out of the basement, which only adds to the feelings of clutter and filth. There was a plan to clean the end tables, but that didn’t pan out. I might do it while Shawshank has dinner.
However, it wasn’t all a complete slack-fest of a day. I put a bunch of stuff on eBay. That, on its own, is pretty impressive. I hate eBay, but there’s bids on three of the auctions already so I can’t complain. Someone came and picked up the air compressor, and I added $100 to the money bucket. Another person just messaged me about a tile saw. He’s driving 35 minutes to pick it up tonight.
“I started a kitchen project and didn’t think I’d need one”, he told me. “Now I do.”
My workout left me sore in all the best ways. I prepped 3 lbs of chicken breast for dinners this week. The laundry is done, albeit still in the dryer, but IT’S DONE.
Just like the weekend.
