This morning was odd for me, I was so hungry all day. Small breakfast, snack, early lunch, second lunch, late snack. I am still hungry. Washed my hair. Watched the Outlander premier.
Finally got small chores done. Did a mini thatch on a small patch of front yard. Emptied the rain bucket, poured water down my leg, soaking my patched working jeans. All my clean sweatpants and leggings are downstairs. I have other leggings, but they just are not as comfy as my velvet ones. Jammy pants in the laundry too. I tried on my other jeans, I have sized up out of the 20s. Two pair are nearly new, but have elastic waists. I hate them and rarely wear them, so into the thrift shop box they go. I looked at the Woman Within sale, but their jeans suck, and the few I liked were not cheap in any case. So, I looked on ebay. Voila! My size, the right brand and color, and cheap. Well, cheap for jeans. Old Lane Bryant house brand, now defunct. I got two pair, because I got rid of two pair. Yay. But do I need three? Do I need a couple a size down?
I took apart the kitchen fixture and put in a new bulb. I am a little unsteady on the stepstool, so I didn’t put the cover back on yet. It is heavy glass. Opened the over the sink fixture and put in a new bulb. I thought it was a double, no, it was just a weird single. The CF in it was beginning to dim. I found three nice LED bulbs and put them in the ceiling fan. Cleaned the blades. They have been dirty for almost two years. Cleaned the cat box, brought up coffee. Got the bacon towel I no longer want in the thrift box. Did the dishes, washed the cutting boards. Ordered insulin for Harry.
These are all small things, but they are things done. I still must do the trash, tomorrow is trash day and the kitchen bin is full. I don’t mind the trash at all. I just feel so lethargic. And hungry, why am I so hungry?