flemmings | (no subject)

Will say it to have it said: I hate moving. I especially hate moving around the house. Outside is sort of OK because there's somewhere to go. But inside, doing housework, everything bloody hurts. I want only to sit on my sofa with my warm wool shawl around me and read and doomscroll on the tablet and essentially *not move*.

Have been making me do little housework things like dusting lampshades and tidying the pointless little things that have been sitting out since forever and moving fans back into closets until next summer so they don't accumulate dust, and the amount of sheer bloody Don'wanna!!! this involves is unbelievable. Because everything hurts.

Vacuumed the side bedroom this morning. If I finally swifter the kitchen floor, I will have justified my existence today, and I still don't want to.

Back in November I offered to take bro and s-i-l out to dinner and they said they'd get back to me. They got back to me three weeks later suggesting this week. Yeah well: this week we have cold and then snow and then rain, and I don't want to be out in any of that. So maybe in January, which might behave better than this month has.