Never made it into the garage, despite dressing for the occasion (e.g., worse than for laundry-day). DID accomplish a mess of stuff though, which pleases me. Went through piles of mail that'd been collecting on the dining room table, tossed out a mess of recycling, wormed all the plants, snipped off the dead lavender-heads, put the newly built (thx yet again to
delerium3) wooden drawered thingies where they belong, made space for her laundry basket in a kitty-free and out of way spot. Pulled out the recipe for cheese enchiladas which I'll make o'morrow or Fri up in Big Bear for reheating as din-din on Sat night when nobody'll feel like cooking after a full day outside RenFairing and/or kayaking and/or walking and/or hiking.
EDIT: Today I also began the culling process. There're a couple stacks of books (mostly philosophy, sociology/anthropology, and classic literature) ready to go out. I think I'm going to offer 'em to folks first 'cause I'd feel better about knowing they're going to happy homes rather than have no idea where they end up. This is SO difficult...it's like getting rid of bits of myself.