Monday was a whirl of activity from the time that I got up until the time I went to bed. It just fell that way. There was the expected stuff: a guy coming into our house to do some work. Washing the windows at the rental. Scrubbing and finishing the hardwood floors there. Of course I ran out of the finish/sealer and had to drop everything to run out and get more and at a time when I was not fit to be seen in public. After weeks of listening to Tim rant about his flip phone not holding a charge, and reminding him that he had a brand new smart phone I bought him a year ago sitting in a box waiting to be activated, he finally decided to make the jump yesterday. That was not without drama. It involved a lengthy call to customer service. (You all know how much I hate THAT.) I got William to his haircut by the skin of our teeth.
That multicooker was worth its weight in gold yesterday. It was a marvelous thing to put a venison roast in, along with celery, carrots, potatoes and onions. The only thing required when I got home was making the gravy.
The good news is that it all got done. All of it. It felt good, finally, to be sitting on the couch folding laundry.