I must be feeling better today. I woke up and did not cry.
Instead I looked at the cramped conditions in my living room.
I have shifted and shifted in order to get Al‘s wheelchair to fit properly to the kitchen table.
Today I had had it. Everything looked cramped. No matter where I turned I felt stress.
Stress is the last thing I need in this house. I have enough of it without inviting more in. So, I got to work. I am not done yet. I had to take a break from where I have moved big a big roll top desk and my furniture.
I have more space but now I found dirt hiding behind where the furniture set. Now this leads to more cleaning. I have also cleaned the living room walls as good as I could. I have cleaned ceiling lights and fan blades.
I smoke in the house so every six months I have to at least clean well the living room. I hurt a little in my arms, feet and neck from pushing and shoving but Advil should kick that out. When Al comes home he may or not notice anything, but I do. I smell Pine-Sol fresh.
Back to work, see you soon, if I am not eaten up by dust bunnies.