There's a Mirror On the Wall

Got photos of the cotton thread today. This involved also coming back upstairs to find my (small) cone of one of the colors that is out, and bringing it and the ball wound off it back upstairs after.

Bucket of trash went into the bin. I have card stock enough to get through months of weekly to-do charts now, and I have gotten the litterboxes sifted.

Dad is out for a necessities run because I am out of pads for my period....

And he texted as I was typing, he was able to get the last pack of one of my preferred kind. So no having to rely on the reuseable ones which on heavy days also mean putting a towel down and not wearing pants. Yay!

Our state has a governor who actually gives a fuck and is now not just suggesting that people stay home, but instructing them to shelter at home unless for groceries or they are essential workers. It goes into effect at 8pm tonight. Which. Here's hoping people actually listen.

I, myself, am not leaving this property until this is over. Might step out of my apartment because even through a mask to avoid pollen, fresh air and sunlight. And going down to the house because there's still inventory to do, and until that's done, on sunny days I need to get at least an hour or two in of attempting to get some of that done.

Beyond that, though. I have my cats for not becoming utterly touch-starved, I have the internet for distractions, I have Sims3 and jigsaw puzzles, I have my organizational projects and my learn how to do things projects and Duolingo and writing (of which I have been getting words the last couple days) and crochet and braiding and sewing and so much cleaning. And am still likely to get a little lot stir-crazy because while I have all of that usually, I also usually have some chance to go places at least once a week.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not right now, I like living, thank you and anyone who isn't being as cautious and responsible as is possible for them to be within the constraints of surviving can please take a dose of flaming hot lava rocks.

(My cats are starting to pick up on my stir-crazy, I think, because they are acting out more than usual. Still love them dearly.)

It is gray and wet and rainy so I am not going to go downstairs to deal with inventory.

I have decided to dress in spiffy clothes today because I can and why not? The light-weight cotton undertunic (it's so thin I can see through two layers when backlit, and it's black!) and the overtunic is my blue with gold-and-red medallions and red edging. Add my leather belt over it, and I have a complete enough outfit. (If I were wearing this out, I'd want my black linen trousers or black jeans.)

Marisol is still in heat, which is irritating.

My hormones haven't given up on making this month hell, but I'm not feeling either verging-on-manic or particularly homicidal. Not feeling particularly anything at the moment. (Or, for that matter, feeling particular apathetic, either. It's not that kind of not-feeling. Just. Maybe something like calm, but not exactly? Maybe feeling all the things at a very low level right now? Something that is not particularly anything but is also not nothing.)

Going to do at least one of the things I need to do up here that I haven't had spoons for because the spoons have been being spent on working on inventory.

Daily-ish snippet will be posted shortly. :)