I’m in a mood. The weekend project was to get my place cleaned up in case the dog adoption people want to do a home visit. Regardless of the influence of any outside factors, there’s no denying that for the last few months I’ve been living like a filthy hoarder, so this needs doing, period, full stop. And I have made some progress, though as usual not enough. And my resolve is beginning to slip as I have heard nothing from the dog adoption people, and a little voice in the back of my head is beginning to mutter things about how I will have thrown away a whole weekend in the heat cleaning up for a dog that will never be mine.

In the middle of all of this I had to down tools and go minister to Sherry, who had surgery on Tues (gigantic uterine cyst removal followed by d&c) and is still in misery. I think she was a little too optimistic regarding what she would be able to do after the surgery, so instead of lying quietly and healing she’s been trying to do things and getting herself into messes; she’s a bad patient, like Ma Finch. (mrsfinch knows a thing or two about bad patients, having dealt with two parents with cancer.) She texted me in tears, saying the pain was so bad and she didn’t know what to do with herself; I texted back “Did you take your pain pill?” Well, no, she hadn’t. But she also hasn’t been eating much and has had the runs and I know that dehydration can mess with your brain function, so I went over to her place with a bottle of lemon-lime soda, some gastrolyte, some imodium and some gravol. (I had hoped not to go outdoors today bc of the heat, but I had to take the garbage out anyway and Sherry lives only half a block from me.) I made her take the pain pill right in front of me (directly observed therapy) and made her take some gravol, mixed up some gastrolyte for her and told her I’d be around later with chicken salad sandwiches. While I was there I also cleaned the litter boxes for her 3 cats (it’s hard for Sherry to bend over right now, topped up their water and crunchies, distributed treats, and attended to the intimate hygiene of her one female cat, who is too fat to self-clean her private parts and needs help. So to my list of accomplishments today I can add nursing duties, box duties, kitchen duties, and cat-vag-and-butt-cleaning duties ... and somehow I still don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything of import and my place still looks like a mess, just a differently arranged mess.

I’ve just eaten some cold pizza and had a beer. I might have another beer. or maybe I will lie down in the cool for a bit and see if that boosts my morale. talk amongst yourselves.