Somewhat more than a slug...

I am really, really, really exhausted.  I suppose painting in the heat was overly taxing.  And then there was the strain of fretting about and then going to the appointment yesterday.  Plus, I had all the walking with the four stops I made on the way home.  Oh, yes, there is the work of putting everything away that I brought in from the car ... well, also bringing in things from the car.  And, just maybe, I am overly exhausted because I am so very relieved and thankful and downright giddy that the stairs to the back step have a completed railing.

With Walmart's lower threshold for free shipping, I was able to order all the non-perishables I needed for delivery, including gatorade powder, flour, and sugar.  That means the only things I did not get from my aborted shopping trip yesterday are white cheddar cheese and bacon.  Wouldn't it be awesome if bacon was delivered straight to your door??

Last night, Amos and I enjoyed the comforts of the weighted blanket.  We are doing so again, today.

Not wanting to feel too sluggish, I updated my medical expenses spreadsheet, put all the receipts into the basket that goes down the basement when I make trips down there, reconciled my electronic checkbook and entered in all the interest for each of my savings accounts (Amos' account got 19 cents!), moved all the files sitting in my downloads folder into their proper location, cleaned out my inboxes, and backed up my entire computer (not just the folders I know had changed).

It is very, very, very difficult for me to then delete the previous full back-up.  The external hard drive has copious amounts of space, so I am not hard pressed to do so.  But it is a bit silly to have multiple back-ups of the same computer.  Now, my last back-up from my previous laptop (Windows), the disastrous Dell one that broke millions of times (okay, had a total of 12 repairs/replacements), is still on the external drive.  It is my moment-in-time snapshot that I keep because I am not absolutely positively 100 percent certain that when I moved over the files I got everything.  One day, I hope to compare files.

Much of those older files are my knowledge management, grant management, communications, design, and consulting work.  I am proud of the order I wrangled from the chaos of each of my jobs, but really I do not need it anymore.  No one is asking me for examples of a strategic plan, for example.  But I want to hold onto them.  I am just not sure why and do not care to delve into the matter.

I did, however, gird my loins and delete the three previous full back-ups of my MAC that were sitting on the external drive.  I figured that I should be brave and strong and reasonable.  There really should be just one MAC back-up on the drive.  All that computer organization and security satiated my desire to be slightly more than a slug.

I had wanted to see if I could try to figure out the label maker that is in the basement.  However, I decided that learning new things was too much work.  Instead, I wrote the instructions for how to take the first two supplements on the bottles themselves, since how to do so was on my check-out summary from the doctor visit.  Once I am taking all three, one is for the morning, one is for  4:00 PM, and one is twice daily.  Which is taken when is going to be a steep memory curve for me since the doctor told me to leave them in their opaque bottles in my refrigerator (I figure my house is cold enough!) instead of putting them in my pill case.

I did wonder if I could find a pill organizer like mine that is not clear, since I do keep my pill organizer in the refrigerator, taking out one day at a time.  I really do not want the three bottles (when the third one arrives) sitting on the table between the GREEN chair and that couch.  That would make me look like a sick person!

Lots of Googling left me few options, primarily just one:  amber bottles. I liked that idea, but you have to buy them in bulk.  I really didn't want to look like a sick person with those three bottles, the nasal spray, the acarbose (take whenever I eat), and the Zofran sitting out on the side table.  Then, an idea struck me:  I thought about the reorganization that I did in my cabinet.

You see, I had two small baskets on the lowest level of the corner cabinet.  One was for my blood sugar monitoring paraphernalia, including glucose tablets (and Amos' toothbrush and tooth paste).  The other was for the Taco Bell seasoning packets I used to use on my chalupas.  Now that I make the  enhanced refried black beens and the incredibly tasty Pulled Chicken 2.0, I don't need the packets.  I moved the blood sugar stuff to the packet basket, because it was oblong and the monitor fit in there better.  I had move the other small basket, a rather beautiful Longaberger basket that someone I used to know gave me to the top of the refrigerator with the sweet basket, the granola bar basket, and the chip basket.  I figured I would think of what could go in there.

So, when I got up to change ice packs, I put the two bottles, the nasal spray, the small container of acarbose, the small container of Zofran, my thermometer (I've been running fevers off and on for a while now), and my day's pill box container into the basket.  It still looks like a sick person lives here, but at least it looks like an organized sick person lives here.

I admit that I am really wanting the glass amber bottles anyway, since the basket would look more organized that way.  [Remember, I am an Interior Designer daughter.]  I only need three of them, and they come in lots of 12.  What in the world would I do with nine extra pharmacy grade amber glass bottles with screw-on tops?????

When Firewood Man came to mow,  he brought me a gift bag from his garden.  Inside were fresh carrots, cucumbers, and corn!  I had Grilled Corn on the Cob with Cheese and Lime today that was picked only two days ago!  I also had a small spinach salad with cucumber, carrots, feta, and dried cranberries.  Eating straight from the garden is AMAZING!

He also brings me fresh eggs from his chickens.  I wonder ... are the egg shells thicker because they are brown eggs or because they are fresh eggs???  He bought a chicken that lays GREEN eggs. I cannot wait to have some of those in my refrigerator!!

I just received a gas hike alert.  One of Fort Wayne's ridiculous price jumps.  So, out I went in my pink nightgown and slippers, leggings, and a hoodie, too tired to change into regular clothing.  A new low for me.

Maybe I am just a slug.