Got a run of a couple really constructive days going...

Yesterday I made more inroads in making space on the bedroom floor. AND I consolidated a few wire baskets of papers, got them into boxes for easier accessibility, and got a lot of ephemera into page protectors and sorted into "dated", "undated" and "file elsewhere" piles -- and those piles into suitable binders or places.

Laundry and dishes done, too, and kitchen spiffified. (Some things are never actually finished...)

And, more importantly, I got signed up for ACA health insurance -- which I'll actually only need until Medicare kicks in on June 1st. But I'd been kind of stuck on a LOT of paperwork and odds and ends. Still feeling the PTSD from last year's debacle, plus having so much to fill out and file because of Tom's death, etc.

And went to the first meeting of the six-week grief group that I signed up for.

Now have to head to Portsmouth early to meet with a reporter doing a story on "Celtic" music sessions in the Seacoast area. He was unaware that the Press Room session has been going on for over 30 years -- decades before any other sessions showed up. Well before any of the pubs where the other sessions are held opened in the area. He also was unaware that in 1976 The Press Room became the first place north of Boston to serve Guinness on draught.

Linn