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I've managed to solve the food problem for several upcoming meals with some concerted effort this morning. I finished putting together the Mexican lasagna casserole that I'd started last weekend. I had almost all the stuff and the filling half made as of last Saturday, but for much of the week it was too much to think about. Today I got up earlier than I had been doing on these days off (and actually took my medication on time for once) and got to work before I got distracted. It was a little bit different putting it together, and not difficult, it just took a lot of energy to overcome my own inertia.
Day 30:
Once that inertia was overcome, I couldn't stop. After I got the casserole in the oven I sat down intending to do nothing for a while, but there was a shoebox full of random crap next to my side of the sofa that I suddenly needed to empty as soon as possible. It was stuff taken from near my nightstand with some recyclables and some old mail. A stray bungee cord took me down to the garage to put away into the toolbox. Then I saw most of the cordless phones in the stuff bucket (yes, it's a bucket literally has the word "STUFF" written on it in white letters, and it was a wedding gift). I wanted to use the bucket for used kitchen towels so I decided it was time to reunite the phones. I chugged back upstairs for the one stray and put them all in their own box. Since we don't have a landline anymore the box of phones went into the Go-Away pile. Back downstairs there were more shoeboxes full of bathroom stuff, over the counter meds and the like, and I got rid of all the expired ones. They went into their trash and the packaging went into the recycling bin. Coming back upstairs to pull the casserole out of the oven I saw a ratty stained burnt and partly melted oven mitt with the Sugar Daddy candy logo on it. It had been given to me by crazy-ex-cow-orker number two years ago and it's falling apart. I don't need a reminder of working with a drug addled con artist in my life anymore so I trashed it.
Day 30:
Once that inertia was overcome, I couldn't stop. After I got the casserole in the oven I sat down intending to do nothing for a while, but there was a shoebox full of random crap next to my side of the sofa that I suddenly needed to empty as soon as possible. It was stuff taken from near my nightstand with some recyclables and some old mail. A stray bungee cord took me down to the garage to put away into the toolbox. Then I saw most of the cordless phones in the stuff bucket (yes, it's a bucket literally has the word "STUFF" written on it in white letters, and it was a wedding gift). I wanted to use the bucket for used kitchen towels so I decided it was time to reunite the phones. I chugged back upstairs for the one stray and put them all in their own box. Since we don't have a landline anymore the box of phones went into the Go-Away pile. Back downstairs there were more shoeboxes full of bathroom stuff, over the counter meds and the like, and I got rid of all the expired ones. They went into their trash and the packaging went into the recycling bin. Coming back upstairs to pull the casserole out of the oven I saw a ratty stained burnt and partly melted oven mitt with the Sugar Daddy candy logo on it. It had been given to me by crazy-ex-cow-orker number two years ago and it's falling apart. I don't need a reminder of working with a drug addled con artist in my life anymore so I trashed it.
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