Notes on the last day in this house.

Some people are enterprising and sometimes those people are me.  I have made soup out of Things Left In The Fridge.  Thanks, Past-Me, for leaving Future-Me the use of a deep enough saucepan.  And a knife.  And, inexplicably, a bay leaf.

I thought I needed to buy more bobby pins but I really just needed to clean my entire house.

Somebody is going to need a bath after this.  But not in my clean bathtub.  (Somebody is actually just going to go to sleep with very dirty feet.  Probably in the next ten minutes, actually.)

I am not as agile as formerly.