There’s not much to report today, other than last night was even more sleepless than usual despite a big improvement in physical comfort post-Botox. I’m currently almost too tired to see straight, which hopefully bodes well for tonight. If I can erase just a little of the sleep deficit that’s ballooned over the last couple months, it’ll be much easier to catch up on delinquent posts and take care of a few household chores that I’m not looking forward to, like window-washing and cleaning out the pantry.
The pantry always looks fully-stocked to me, but once I start organizing things it often emerges that Crankenstein, who doesn’t normally put anything away, has carefully returned empty boxes and canisters to the shelves. “What the hell is wrong with your mom?” I ask Muriel in those moments. So far she hasn’t answered. Crankenstein probably asks her the same thing about me sometimes after looking all over the place for a spatula and finding one in the utensil crock rather than on the floor, abandoned in the freezer, or stuffed inside a box of Honey Nut Cheerios.