It is getting late. I will keep this short.
Patricia remains unwell. They sent her home from work on Thursday. She stayed home on Friday. And while we had planned to go to the Valley on Saturday, we pretty much stayed put. We went to nearby Tantallon but that was it.
Today was us laying around wasting more time. I did spend some time downstairs opening up a few more boxes. Nearly all the boxes have been opened up. Now it remains to go through the boxes of wires and things and decide which ones are worth keeping. I could throw out nearly all of the stuff without looking but when they packed up our stuff months ago, they pulled out the power cords from some devices. I have the devices, but the power cords are nowhere to be found. A perfectly-good soundbar is useless to me because they frigging put the power cord in one box and the soundbar in another. Many weeks after I began this journey I have yet to find the powercord to that soundbar. I presume it is in one of those several boxes of similar cords and cables and whatnot.
Little things like this drive me nuts. What were they thinking when they decided to separate the cord from the soundbar, anyway? Why does a person do such a thing? Sigh and double sigh.
Another work week beckons. I will respond to its clarion call in under seven hours. I think I will turn in. 5:30 comes too early.
See you tomorrow.