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It was generally agreed that perhaps I had over-activited myself this weekend, so today was reserved for R&R. Therefore, naturally, I carried a shelving unit about 3/4 of a mile back from the Container Store and spent the day having another go at Making All My Stuff Fit. This has actually mostly been accomplished; I still have the two book-boxes of Damocles hanging over my head, but that's waiting on the coffee table, PC, Trinitron, and computer desk to go away. The silver chest is in a place where I can open it, the sewing supplies are a bit more sensibly and accessibly organized, and the keepsakes I'm not ready to think about are stowed.

Also: the cat box is no longer in the bathroom. Glory fucking Hallelujah.

In addition, I roasted a disturbingly-large hunk of MEAT!~ (they seem smaller in the store...) which should feed me for the week, and I baked cookies. Most of which I shall take into work and make everyone else's problem.

Several of the yards out my back window have been tenanted for most of the afternoon/evening, which is right and proper, but I wish that the neighborhood standard grilling technique did not involve fried lighter fluid. Lordy, it be reekin'. GUYS, IF IT SMELLS THAT STRONGLY, IT'S PROBABLY IN YOUR FOOD. I confess that part of my putative motivation for cookie production was to drown out the smell, but this didn't work. ...Oh hell, I think someone's lighting a cigar now. grrrr