A little late, I'm off to Walgreens. As I was getting ready to get out the door, off pops the top button of the blouse I'm wearing. I quickly sewed it back on, unfortunately, I don't think that counts toward my goal for the day of mending clothes, as I want to get ahead in clothing repair and that's only breaking even.

I've been looking for my orange journal, which covers my second visit to Bournewood. There's a poem in there I want to post to one of the communities I'm a member of. I've looked everywhere. Even Lake, who is amazingly adept at finding things, failed to locate it. I scraped up my leg putting a large box back in the closet after looking under it. In addition hurting myself on purpose, I'm also quite skilled at doing it accidentally.

I have accomplished one of my goals for today already. I did quite a bit of cleaning. Not all that needs to be done, but I didn't intend to do it all today. If I keep at it for the next few days it should get done without becoming an all-encompassing chore.