Last night I had the usual nightmares.
I had gone to bed fully clothed.
I got up in the morning, took my meds, had coffee.
I did the weekly housework; changed the face-, hand-, and kitchen towels and the pillowcase, scrubbed the toilet bowl, and then I washed a huuuuge load of dirty dishes.
My mom came over. She didn't nag much, but she said
(
Read more... )