I hope you get your apple butter, Dorothy. I overdosed on it as a teen when my divorced mother was buying the least expensive things she could find for our lunches. I made sandwiches every morning (peanut butter and jelly or apple butter) and I'm sure most of them were thrown away.

The office floor was mopped and shelf items are still being moved and arranged. I worked in the laundry room and thinned the old cleaning rags I rarely used to make room for my caddy of adhesive items on the same shelf. Glue sticks, epoxy cans, shoe goo, E6000, Elmer's, all sorts of products in one place. (This was displaced by the now-organized Ryobi battery tools).

Clearing out small food containers in the fridge (I'll be eating odd combinations at meals) to make room for the holiday preparations for our big meal on Sunday. The first of three (one each month) trips for my cat-owning friend begins soon, forcing me to be more organized with my time, especially on the day of the big meal. Last year was the first time I was on the ADHD meds and it makes preparing Thanksgiving dinner a lot more organized, a lot easier.

I have a lot of picking up to do around the house still. That new Ryobi spinning brush is going to be put to use in the den early this week when washing the floor to get it looking better.