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I got most (all except Scott’s twenty or thirty Dragonlance books which will require major shifting) of the paperbacks shelved. There are fifty or sixty hardcovers left to shelve. I also didn’t weed as much as I’d have liked to, but we had enough stuff going to the sale to fill the trunk of the car, so I guess more wouldn’t have helped.

I didn’t get back to sleep after Scott got up this morning, so I’ll probably nap in another hour or two. Right now, I’m making occasionally forays into the kitchen to work on cleaning out the fridge. There are leftovers in there that might be eligible to vote because our tendency is to push the old stuff toward the back as we put in the newer stuff. I’ve emptied about eight containers with another three left to go, and I’ve thrown out a lot of stuff— half cucumbers that have liquified, a pie crust Scott bought just before Christmas and then didn’t use, some flavored cream cheese that we bought months ago and just didn’t quite finish.

I’m thinking that I’ll take a walk in a little bit. It’s about 66F right now, according to the weather app on my phone, and that will be more pleasant than waiting until it’s 80F or more. I’m also thinking that I’ll do more work in the basement while the cleaning lady is here. That’s time when I really can’t write, so I might as well do something useful. Well, I can’t manage to work the whole time, but maybe I can clear off a chair down there so that, when I need to rest, I have a place to do it that isn’t the floor.

Scott got home a little after 4:00 yesterday. We didn’t leave to head for his parents’ place until after 5:30. Scott’s mother was just a bit annoyed with me for not having told her exactly what was going to be happening or, at least, that we didn’t know. I thought that I’d been pretty clear about the having no information or ability to plan part. Scott’s been working at this place for twenty two years now. This is not in any way new, but, somehow, I’m supposed to know when he’ll get out of work and what traffic on 23 will be like (stop and go every time we were near a town).

On our way home, we stopped in Hartland so that Scott could go to a Walgreen’s for his preferred anti-perspirant. I’m not sure why Hartland. We have drug stores relatively near us that wouldn’t have been any more out of our way home than this was. I suppose Hartland has the advantage of an Arby’s right next to the drug store, so we were able to buy milkshakes.

There was also a cluster of Ingress portals across the street, six of them at various points around an L shaped strip mall. They were all level 8 (the highest possible) and belonged to the other team. So we both got some points for hacking them, some in game items, and an increment to our unique portals hacked numbers. Scott was hesitant to stop because it was about 8:45, but we only spent about ten minutes on it, and I hadn’t done any other walking yesterday. We got home around 9:30 which had been my target to begin with.

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I didn’t end up napping this morning or going for a walk. I lay down for two hours, but my brain wouldn’t stop spinning, and I got a fundraising call from some sort of environmental group exactly halfway through.

Then, when I got up, I had to force myself to eat and ended up with some dry cereal and a protein bar of a flavor I quite thoroughly dislike. I might not have eaten anything at all if I hadn’t known that the cleaning lady would come at 2:00 and that she’d be fasting for Ramadan. I knew I needed to eat, and her arrival gave me a deadline which I (just barely) made. I just wish I’d managed something actually useful.

I didn’t go for the walk I’d intended because I thought I should eat first so as not to fall over in the middle of things and then because I didn’t want to leave the cleaning lady on her own. I trust her, but when we leave her here alone, she’s prone to pulling things out of wherever we’re keeping them in order to put them where she thinks they should go. Sometimes, it takes us a very long time to find those items.

I have run and emptied the dishwasher and washed a load of towels. I’m not sure if the towels will be dry by the time Scott wants to shower, however, because I spaced out and only put them in the dryer at 4:00 even though I could have done it two and a half hours earlier.

Cordelia texted me around 2:30 to say that they’d made $9. Scott’s parents were expecting today to be the busiest day of the sale which makes me puzzled as to who they’ve been talking to. I would expect more of the type of people likely to be interested in what they’re selling on Saturday because those people are pretty sure to be working today and tomorrow. I mean, yes, the really dedicated bargain hunters and the professionals looking for cheap antiques and collectibles probably came today, but the stuff Scott’s parents have is not, any of it, in that category. In terms of what we took up there, there’s my paraffin bath. There’re four blankets and some old sports equipment. There’re a couple hundred things— books, CDs, DVDs, and VHS tapes— going four for a dollar. Oh, and there are two pictures and a CD playing alarm clock.

I’m currently watching a travel DVD and having a lot of trouble following it. My brain keeps wandering off, fading in and out. I’m tempted to lie down for a while, but it’s really time for me to eat dinner. I’m trying to answer some emails, but I can’t seem to get very far with that.