All I have to worry about is getting myself out the door now. Same with coming home after work. I can take my time. Yesterday I stopped at the bank. No big hurry to squeeze everything in in the least possible amount of time.
Supper is made.
Laundry is done. And there's a happy man in the house. Everything is taken care of. Today he's going to take down the big mirror in the kitchen nook and start readying the walls for painting. If I could afford a new window and a shitload more paint, he would re-do the stippled ceilings, which look very dirty, and paint the whole house.