My leg is still sore, we've come a long way, but still have a way to go. Time should take care of it.
I did four loads of laundry yesterday, I'm on my second today. This load takes about three times as long as a normal load because I'm washing my cleaning towels and they get really nasty. I got a new laundry basket on Amazon last week, it flattens so it doesn't take up much room and that will make carrying the clean stuff to the bedroom much easier. In other words "hey, Brian, this is too heavy for me, could you take it into the bedroom for me?" But as my strength comes back, I'm sure that won't be an issue.
Still working on freezing meals for the hot weather that's sure to come. Last week I made a meatloaf (OMG, it tastes so good, I took a small piece from the edge when I split it up). There was enough for three meals. With the lasagna, spaghetti and enchiladas, that makes eleven meals.
Today, I'm making this recipe. The "enchilada" in the name of the recipe kind of threw me since the recipe doesn't call for enchilada sauce at all. No biggie, I'll add some to the soup mixture. I should be able to get four meals out of this like I did the lasagna.
Still keeping on top of paperwork, which is good. I have to remind myself that it's better in the long run to do it right now (like generating invoices at the time we ship or setting up new accounts as the payments are received; trying so hard to break the bad habit of "oh, I'll do it tomorrow" and then it just piles up).
All the cats that need meds stay in the bedroom now. I don't know why this is. Sammy (herpes) and Mario (blind, blood pressure) have stayed in there for months (Mario since he went blind), but this past few weeks, Lorelei (thyroid) has also been staying in there. It sure makes it easier for me to give them the meds they need when I'm not chasing them down.
Nooby is getting more used to us. He's no longer fed at the doghouse on the bank, he has to come in and eat like the other cats do. We started this after I watched him go into the office one evening and eat from the night meal for the cats. He also eats dry food in there, so, it was time. This morning I went outside to check on Pancho and Nooby walked from the pool pump and just sat there and looked at me, not even ten feet away. I was bent over petting Pancho and Ronnie at the time and when I stood up, Nooby just looked at me, then walked off behind the shop.
He was in the house early, early this morning, talking his head off. I finally said "hush" and he got quiet. But he's becoming more and more acclimated. I hope it's not too long until he's wanting to be petted. Then we'll get him fixed. Nice humans.