So far, a thrilling day.

I should probably go back to bed at this point and admit defeat, but I'm a bit too stubborn for that. I had three goals for today:

1. Pick up the library some. This has been half completed, and marks my most successful venture so far today, despite the fact that I am not sure where to put the other half of the stuff.

2. Pull the weeds in the back yard again. I am so taking my parents' advice of weed cloth and mulch next year, if I have to plant annuals all over to get securing root systems, so be it. However, right this minute there are weeds, and they need to come out. Alas, my allergies picked today to be assholes; despite the antihistamine, I'm sneezing (sneezing - on an average day they at most make me stuffed up, dammit!) and having fun nastiness with the contents of my nose (which ought not have such contents). So, going out in the back yard to weed? Not winning points.... But it needs to be done.

3. Re-seal the front door. Sigh. This should be easy. It should be really, really easy. I cannot get the can open. Push down and turn. Unfortunately, my hand slips on the plastic turner, and the plastic turner slips on the metal cap below it. Person that designed this container should be BEATEN VIOLENTLY with it.

I decided the door wasn't getting done today when the attempt to open the can reduced me to tears of mingled frustration and pain, because the palm of my hand was burning. Today just sucks.

Did I mention that I also got to do a totally unexpect 'post notifications' run because Ashes to Ashes, the MUSH I staff on, was down? Still is. Notifications up, site admin poked, but he's apparently on a camping trip so I imagine it will be down for a while. Joy.

Oh, well. Last night I took a coded tarot deck and enhanced it until it was flexible enough for my tastes, anyway.

New goals:

1. Finish the library as best I can.
2. One more load of towels in the laundry.
3. Run the dishes.
4. Weed if my allergies settle down.
5. Do the door if Scott gets home early enough to open the can for me. :P
6. Start neatening the computer room.
7. Do some crafting work, any kind.

Of course, 2-3 were going to happen anyway and are easy "gimmes". When I start 2 I can set 3 on the timer and ignore it. 4-5 are only relevant with if's. 7 is fun.

So that's not a bad list but it's not saying anything stellar, either. 'Scuse. I'm gonna go knock out the first part of 2 and all of 3, just so I can say I've actually finished something on some to-do list.

Whee. That didn't work well.

I got the basics done. I never got back to the library; the craft project I started drove me nuts. Scott got home in the late afternoon - but by then I was tired and frustrated, and he hadn't slept well (too cold) the night before and was also exhausted.

My nose still itches. Neither the weeding nor the door got done. My aim is to get one or the other, maybe both, tomorrow.

The library didn't get finished, but I got a bit more in on it. It's not too bad. Adn the computer room is cleaner anyway.

I did, however, go to Powell's and buy the other three books in the young adult fantasy series I'm reading. Go me.... I read two of them, too. The better YA fantasy has the advantage of being simplistic in ways that I like and handle well, and of being easy to plow through. It's not generally as good for me if I want something to think about, but when my brain's half-off and I am easily frustrated, it's a better choice.

I meant to send mail to some friends. Of course, I didn't, because I am not well-organized. I may do that tomorrow but I am more likely to do it Tuesday. Tuesday morning, I go to the doctor to have a mole on my lower back removed. I imagine I won't want to do anything strenuous Tuesday night, so addressing mail should be just about right.

I'm going to ask my boss if I can work from home Tuesday after the appointment, if it seems appropriate. If I feel fine I won't need to, but I'm not really sure what to expect. When I had the one on my arm removed, I had to be careful not to do much with the arm, because it was over the muscles and would move with everything I did.

The one on my back won't do that. There is skin there that shifts when I move, but not the strong muscle under it, and not ones I use for most activities. My doctor said I shouldn't have as much trouble with it that way. But it's right under my waistband and, even if I have a pad over it (and I intend to), that's going to catch on the stitches where they stick out, if it's done the same way the other one was (and I don't see what else they can do - this one is larger than the other, so that's more skin removed).

I don't imagine, once the local anesthetic wears off, that I am going to be a very happy camper for the duration. It just doesn't sound like a promising start.

To tell the truth, I'm nervous about this. I was told last time that it's just irritation that makes this one grow and I hope that's still true. It was irritated and swollen after the end of my trip. I want it off my body, if only so it will stop worrying me. But that doesn't make me less nervous about having a chunk of my skin removed, nor about the fact that it will be located so poorly.

The truth is, probably the worrying's worse than the event will be. That was true of the one on my arm except, of course, for the part where I had to try to drive without using any force in my right hand. Fortunately, my right hand is dominant for finesse but my left arm's stronger. That won't be a concern this time but I am wondering how hard sitting or moving will be. How many things I do each day will I have to adapt if I don't want to yank the stitches side-to-side and irritate it?

We'll see. I don't even know for sure how they'll do it, I just know I'm fussing. I'm rather good at that, I fear.

I've swapped out my mandelbit for a new one, because I felt like it. So I'm using that here, mostly to show it off but partly because I do feel scattered.

It's been a good four days. Don't think from my whining that it hasn't. It's been very restful, with nothing of work intruding after I checked my email on Thursday. Just what I needed. I don't know how long my calm will last but I'm hoping it will. I can only take so much onto myself and still be useful, and I need to remember that. And oh, the house is better than when I started. The laundry is done, the living room and kitchen area mostly put to rights (there's some more cleaning I could do there, but it will do), the library cleaned enough to be tolerable (though it really needs shelves), and at the same time, I got in time talking with friends, writing (modifying, in this case) code, reading, and even a bit of roleplay.

I feel like I accomplished some stuff. But let's not mention my decision to by-gosh do some beading no matter what, shall we? All the beads ended back in their containers. (Which I suppose is a happy ending. If I'd been having a really bad day, I could have knocked them all into the carpet, I'm sure. What a thought....)