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My God, my email inbox is completely out of control.

At one point in mid-January and before February I had it almost emptied; there was blank space at the bottom of the inbox for more emails to be viewed but there weren’t any. It was a glorious feeling, frankly, for the few weeks it lasted before everything went off the rails. I suspect now that I can get through it all even faster than I did back in mid-January, but it’s sooooooo daunting.

Yesterday I swung by Home Depot to buy the fuse I need for the dryer, which they don’t keep in stock. The helpful man in the Appliance Accessories aisle told me of one place I may be able to find it in stock, and so I called them (and Lowe’s) from the parking lot and found that neither do, so I went ahead and ordered it on-line and it should be here Tuesday. The suspense, right? Will we need a new dryer, or will Greg somehow be able to repair the one they already have? There will undoubtedly be an update on this fascinating case on Wednesday; in which we either have a working dryer or have gone ahead and ordered a new one. Sigh. I also swung by the mail and the Fresh Market; I am going to have to actually venture into the grocery store at some point this weekend (Sunday morning most likely) because I also woke up to an email that my grocery order was canceled due to the system at the store being down this morning; it was originally postponed from yesterday to today, so I think the system has been having problems for a hot moment already; although I do suppose I could order them from the store on the West Bank, which means I could stop at Sonic on the way home and…it really takes so little to make me happy.

I finally booked my flights for San Diego Bouchercon! So my two trips for the year–Malice Domestic and Bouchercon–are all booked and ready for me to travel. I also need to do some more organizing and filing this morning, too–I also have to put the dishes away and do another load of laundry, and I really should work on cleaning up around here. My toe was worse yesterday than it’s been in a while, but this morning the swelling seems to have gone back down and while it’s still painful, it’s not throbbing the way it was last night, which was very painful. Adding message doctor tomorrow on medical app to the to-do list. We also watched two more episodes of Class last night, which differs from Elité enough to make it something new, but it’s funny how the personalities of the actors affect the characters. While many of the storylines are the same, the season of this Indian version is a few episodes shorter, so some of the emphasis on secondary storylines isn’t there as much as in the Spanish. But I want to finish it because Outer Banks’ third season dropped last night, and it looks completely insane and over-the-top, which is wild because the entire run of the show has been insane and over-the-top; I’m really glad it hasn’t been one of those Netflix shows that get orphaned after an amazing first season (so many I couldn’t even begin to name them all). So, today I think I am going to spend some time in my easy chair with my toe elevated and an icepack on it. I want to finish reading Body and Soul Food so I can move on to another book in the TBR pile–there are so damned many, Jesus Lord God–and I do want to keep my reading habit satisfied. I’m been struggling not to buy more books–it’s so damned tempting, especially when you have books out there by favorite authors just begging to be bought–and I also need to start writing thank you cards to everyone for their kindnesses these last few weeks.

And of course, there’s that horrible inbox. But if I start answering and saving my answers as drafts this weekend, I can maybe have the entire thing cleaned and cleared out by Monday afternoon? Perchance to dream….

And then of course I am very behind on writing everything I should be writing, but have had little to no desire to even look at anything these last few weeks. I’ve always felt writer’s block had more to do with depression than anything else; an endlessly revolving cycle in which you get depressed about not writing and then can’t and that renews the depression. I do think I need to start writing something for myself about Mom–if for no other reason than to keep the memories fresh–and I do think that could break the logjam in my brain and get me writing again.

And on that note, I am going to make some more coffee and repair to the chair with the icepack and the book. Have a lovely Saturday, Constant Reader, and I will check back in with you again later.

Enola Gay

Friday and it’s a work-at-home Friday, at that. I have data to enter and forms to check for accuracy–always an exciting day around the Lost Apartment–but also, working at home today is a return to normalcy and routine around here after the big disruption. My grocery order has been rescheduled from today till tomorrow, which is fine; it wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world to get them today, frankly. I am going to swing by the office to get more work this morning, and then I am going to swing by Lowe’s/Home Depot or whatever that is just up the road from the office to get the replacement fuse for the dryer–yes, I am going to make an attempt to fix it myself, which seems like madness but if I can spend about fifteen bucks to save us six hundred, I am going to do that very thing. I mean, it makes financial sense, and one of my goals for this year is to make better financial decisions.

It’s also hard to believe and/or imagine that February is almost gone. I mean…usually the month is lost to Carnival, so this year it was lost to something else.

Paul was late getting home last night, so I watched the new Netflix documentary about the Murdaugh murders in South Carolina, and then watched some short documentaries about the presidents on Youtube, starting with James Buchanan and then working my way through John Quincy Adams, Polk and Wilson (i may watch more of them today; I do love my US History, and it’s been a hot minute since I’ve watched anything on US History–but I did yesterday). I also watched a documentary about Fort Proctor on Lake Borgne (which is still there but it is cut off from land by water and is only reachable by boat; you can’t really go inside either because it’s not stable) and I really want to write Fort Proctor into a book at some point, or something, even a short story or two.

There’s just so much about New Orleans that needs and deserves to be written about, you know?

Today I also need to end the wallowing self-indulgence of grief and start digging my way out into the world again. I did finish One Night Gone yesterday and really enjoyed it (more to come on that score), and now can go back to Body and Soul Food. One of the things I want to make certain I am doing from now on is taking a bit of time every day to go ahead and do some reading; if I don’t make a point of it I will never get through this TBR stack, and there are so many wonderful choices in my TBR stack that it’s sometimes hard to pick out my next read. (I’ve also almost finished–at long last–Robert Caro’s exhaustive work on the career of Robert Moses, The Power Broker, which is kind of scary, given it’s great Robert Caro-like length) I need to finish the clean-up/organization of my workspace (which means more filing, but so be it), and I think I’d like to wash the car at some point this weekend as well. I am slowly developing a plan for today’s errands that will make them more time-efficient; the question is, do I want to get Five Guys today? I did have it recently as a treat (I don’t remember when; remember, I have no concept of time and dates anymore), so maybe it’s too soon to have it again or something, but I neither know nor care. We’ll see how I feel when it’s time for me to head over there, once I’ve gotten through the great joy that is this morning.

I slept really well again last night and my toe doesn’t seem to hurt when I walk on it this morning–it’s still sore, make no mistake about that, but it’s a lot better. I still think I need to talk to my doctor (honestly, I don’t know why I have so many issues when it comes to medical assistance that I pay for through my insurance, but it’s a lifelong thing, really) about it, but I’m not sure what good that may or may not do but I suppose it’s better than never having it checked out and just being in pain for the rest of my life. I mean, if it’s something that needs treatment, I should kind of know that, don’t you think?

I also feel decent this morning, rested, at any rate. I’ve been sleeping well every since I returned home, which is a relief and not much of a surprise. It shouldn’t surprise me that there are emotional states that overrule sleeping medications and exhaustion, although I will admit I was worried this inability to sleep would follow me home from Alabama, which it thankfully did not. Now all I need to do is get back to work on the manuscripts and so forth and everything else that is due–my inbox, Jesus Christ the Lord, my inbox–and start working my way through that to-do list (which is by no means comprehensive).

And Outer Banks is back today! Huzzah!

And on that note, I am going to have some more coffee before heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Friday, Constant Reader, and I’ll check in with you again soon.