If you all lived down the road from me (we don't have blocks here) I would be more motivated on a regular basis to get up and deal with my house and self. Especially on a lazy Sunday regular basis.

The only reason I'm not still in bed is, I'm already sore from moving furniture and boxes of books yesterday, and if I stay in bed I won't be able to move tomorrow. My sister was in town yesterday and helped me move a bookshelf and the craft table, and clear out my storage bin so I don't have to pay for that anymore, yay.

Y'all, I've donated/sold so many books, I actually have free space on my bookshelves!

As I was sorting through my library this week, a switch was thrown in my brain, and so very many of the "science for the layman" and fiction books that were all written by Well-Regarded White Male Scholars/Authors suddenly seemed to all be written in the same voice, the voice of a pretentious narrow-minded jackass. I told my sister this and she laughed and agreed, then asked if she could have some of the physics books for her boss, who is the same. Sure. I'm over it. I kept buying and trying to read these books, thinking, I love the subject, I'm smart enough to follow them, why can't I get past the first couple chapters of these books? Finally I know the answer: the books are freaking boring, that's why. I randomly picked up one of Joseph Campbell's books and read part of the preface, written by a man who'd known Campbell, and it was paragraphs of description of Campbell's routine when he would come to stay at his house, how he would take a nap and then take dinner and then there would be drinks and conversation on the patio... he mentioned the naps three times. All in a tone of reverent awe. As if he was so honored and blessed to have been in the presence of the Great Man while he was snoring in the other room, soon to awake to be fed and liquored up and driven wherever he was going. Like, fucking really? There was nothing meaningful, nothing Campbell might have wanted to be remembered for, wasn't even anything about What They Actually Talked About. Which makes me suspect it was less Unconscious Archetypes and more Tits and Ass. I threw the book on the Sell pile. I am just completely over the Deeply Interesting White Male Scholar.

Go you with the cleaning out. A switch flipping is a good thing.

I am pretty reverent about naps, although to so much other people's.

I actually only got out of bed about 5 minutes before I posted. So. Anyway, grocery store was neither crowded nor out of crucial things like chips and chicken wings, so yay.

I'm making good inroads in the house (though still so much to go through). I've given myself till July to find the stuff I want to keep. At that point, a full scale purge straight to trash will occur. I may rent a dumpster and teenagers for labor. At that point, finding a new place and moving will commence.

My god, I'm so looking forward to not sorting and moving stuff. To sitting down somewhere of my own and being done. At which point I expect I'll fall apart for a couple of days.

For some reason, I woke up with zero desire to go to TJs this morning, even though I really should so I can eat this week, so instead I walked to Costco and bought stuff there. I figure if I really need to I can stop at TJs on the way to work.

I got up early and got my bread dough in to rise, walked the dog, now I'm letting the rolls rise once more (I have gotten inspired by GBBO), and then there will be baking.

I really need to do some banking and some taxes today. But also laundry. And the game at my sister's house, with my dad.

I made chocolate-dipped macaroons last night, and I gotta say, they're really more work than they're worth. I think it's okay to buy them in future.

First coat on the ceiling. It will need at least one more. I hate painting even part of the ceiling.

I've had some antibiotics where I had to take antacids, too, because they kind of messed my stomach up,JZ. Of course my stomach can be a delicate flower at times...

oh, my rolls turned out fabulous-looking.

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I did not wait long enough to go to the market today. I was hoping most superb owl parties started well before the game.