Ohio:

Crockpot going (chix and chix livers). A box of tools unpacked and serial numbers photographed. The Germination Station box I was unable to set up has been stowed (and is about to be stowed better for next year's use). A binful of garage stuff ready to drag out when I go check the car for a missing item. The kitchen is restored to a walkaround table and almost ready for the cleaner to vacuum this next nexus of worst Hordefilth.

A friend is glad to hear I'm fine. She must really need for me to be "fine," because this has taught me not to seem fine when I'm actually a mess.

~S~