And I'm not done yet.

Moving slowly this morning.

Four loads of laundry yesterday, one more this morning, and one more to go.

Hauled out the vacuum, out of dire necessity.  That's what did me in.  That's why I'm moving slowly today.  You should hear the creak of joints when I stand up.  Be glad you don't feel them.

I found the missing culotte/slip that took a trip at least a week ago.  Where it was, we won't go into, and how I overlooked it is a puzzle, too.  But anyway...I was hand washing the other culotte/slip just to have something clean against my skin.

That idiot cat just went head-first into a plastic bag.  Be back in a jiffy..................

Paper bags and boxes are fine, but I draw the line at suffocation.  Oh, and I just discovered she can leap from my bed to the top of my highboy dresser.  So the squirt bottle is sitting up there now.  I hope it's a deterrent.  Has been effective in the past, but I never know about Missy.  She's very clever, but she lacks good sense.  Is it because she's "only" nine months old?

But back to the household duties.

It rained yesterday, but I was able to get the washer loads to the dryer between spates.  I have an apartment size washer, but still have to schlepp to the laundry room to the dryer.  I do dearly wish there was a way to hook up a dryer in this apartment. Two problems, though.  1. Where.  2.  How to exhaust the hot air.

1.  Space is at a premium here.  Small bathroom.  No place in the kitchen for water hookup, that wouldn't interfere with access to the sink; and if space could be made, the electrical outlets would be on the other side of the room.
2.  Owner takes a dim view of cutting holes in the walls.

One more load of laundry to do, and I'd better hop to.  Then there's the vacuuming to finish.

*sigh*  I hope I can walk tomorrow.

Shalom