Adding up the damage:
1. Stabbed myself in the hand with a knife trying to open a package of challah bread. Stupid, stupid, stupid! (Yesterday)
2. Opened the door to the dryer (we have a stackable), pushed it back, leaned down over the washer and when I started to stand back up the door had swung back and slammed me in the back of the neck. That was this morning… damn my neck hurts.
I’ve got dishes soaking, doing the last of the winter clothing that we finished wearing and I’m putting them away, and I’ve already gotten the summer clothing out. I made butternut squash soup this morning and had a bit with my lunch of a tiny piece of salmon (leftovers from last night), green beans, and new potatoes. Pretty damned good but I doubt Richard would like it. I cleaned out the fridge yesterday.. god I hate that job. I could find something else to do or I could sit here on my ass for a bit and relax…
Guess what I’m going to do? lol
Oh, I slept almost 5 full hours last night! Up from the usual of late 3. Tomorrow I’m trying for 6 or 7 hours. I think it’s our bed. It’s so hard. I ended up sleeping on the couch. Then again maybe I’m just getting more sensitive to the bed since my age is slowly creeping up. lol