Mirth

So. We’re doing a pretty good job of staying on top of the kitchen after the decluttering last month. There are still some bits that need to go to the garage, but that requires either of us having a brain spoon to make that happen. We’ll get it there, sooner or later.

The main thing is that the table is clear, or easily cleared, for our Sunday family dinner. There’s much mirth and affection, teasing and all those lovely things. We’ve fallen out of the habit of eating at the table otherwise, but that’s fine. At least we’re getting there regularly.

Past that, nothing much to report. Been wandering around in Diablo III. I’m still feeling like… soul itchy, ’cause it’s a placeholder. I don’t know what I actually want to do, which like…. *gestures vaguely* I’ll probably feel less soul itchy after tomorrow. I’ve got an appointment at the surgery for Ye Olde Smear Test (even if it hasn’t been the five years I was promised ¬¬), which should be the last time this year I have to risk my health in a public space.

Ah well. So it goes.

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