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I’m here again. Home at my cluttered kitchen table. Just had a peanut butter and blackberry jam on whole wheat toast sammich, along with a diet Pepsi. Coffee has become too much work for me. To be honest, lots of things have become too much work for me. A list:

Things that are too much work for me:
- clearing off the table
- taking cans back to the recycler, even if they pay me
- keeping the counters clean
- sweeping, for fuck’s sake
- timely laundry
- letting the cat in - oh wait I HAVE to let the cat in, the cat out, the dog in, the dog out
- taking/posting pictures
- making phone calls

Things I did get done:
- wrote and mailed a check to the local scholarship fund
- bought groceries
- finished my writing thingie for March 19!!!!! (March 19 is the Feast of St. Joseph, patron of Czechs, celebrated in Cedar Rapids with a parade and red beer - two days after the St. Patrick’s Day parade and green beer. Also the day the swallows come back to Capistrano to the mission dedicated to San Juan - who might be St. Joseph.)

The housework thing is kind of weird because since I quit working and have immense time on my hands I have been able to keep major and some minor surfaces clean. I can generally walk into a room and see clean places. I don’t use many dishes but I had been washing them as soon as they were used.

It’s been a rough last half of winter - middle of January with end not in sight - so I can believe I might perk up when spring gets here. I’m pretty good mood-wise. Oh well. I would talk your arm or leg off - in a loud voice.