I'll be taking it easy this weekend. I have orders from the doctor to take it easy. I do indeed have an infection. A serious enough one that she put me on two different antibiotics. She expects me to feel much better by Sunday. I'm looking forward to that.
In the meantime, I'll either be sitting on a chair directing the hubster as to where things go, or sorting through boxes that are at a height that don't bother me much. Either that, or I'll be working on some sewing projects I have in my mind.
I want to make some broomstick skirts for Scooter. I'd make some for Hopper, too, if she'd wear them. I may just have to make one for her anyway. Because maybe she'd actually wear one, if it was there for her to wear, but she wouldn't consider it, if it was offered and not around for her to see. I may just have to...
So no major plans for this weekend for me. It's really frustrating. There's so much that needs done and so much I want and need to do. And in spite of today being quite on the nonproductive side, I did finish the last coat of paint on the ribbon drawer.
Better than nothing, I suppose.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.