It hasn't been a great day so far. I woke up with my back screaming--even before I got vertical. That's mighty unusual in that normally lying down relieves pain pretty well. It was a really intense pain to boot. I took a couple of tizanidine. I'm a little wobbly but I don't hurt. That too is unusual as those pills usually do next to nothing.
In spite of that, I've managed to start a load of laundry as well as taking veggie stuff out to the compost pile and a bag of recyclables to the outside bin. I've pulled together a pile of papers that meet the criteria for my daily filing ritual.
I've decided I am going to do an inventory of my home-canned food. I have had to resort to a bunch of places for storage and I'm concerned something will fade from my memory. I don't want to have to have something to age while I eat more recent stuff. Aged canned food is usually less nutritious than it was when first canned. In that I've declared myself retired from preparing tax returns, I have some filing cabinet space available. That works well for storing Mason jars. Also, the capacity of a canner is about 8 jars or 15 if the jars are double-stacked. So, things are put away over time. That means I might have 7 or 8 types of food in the same place. I put it where I can when I pull out another canner load. so, one drawer might contain chicken, baked beans, cole slaw, canned yams, and ground beef. This room is not well lit, so I have to search multiple drawers by flashlight. It's a pain in the butt! Gotta fix it.
So, it being a "special" day, I'm going to have some leftover fried rice for dinner. That sounds celebratory, doesn't it? Well, at this age every day is a celebration of continual life as opposed to its beginning. Thank God, I woke up this morning.
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