My psychology of needing a certain amount of uninterrupted time. Also transitioning to the city has been difficult. OK, here I am. R came in last night sometime after midnight and found food I had left, warmed it up and ate. That is a first. I will plan that in the future. HE left about 7 this morning (also yesterday morning) and I proceeded to Get Things Done. Having tried yesterday to clean up some badly greyed, stained, molded white cloths with 2 cups of bleach in a med wash - left soaking a long time - without much success, today I put them in small wash with 3 cups. By 9 am I had to move upstairs as my eyes started to sting. By 10, I was feeling sick upstairs. By this time, I had plugged in a second heater and carried 7-20 kg bags of clay upstairs, read some and checked emails.

I called R to see if he had breakfast yet and thought he said he had but he was too busy to talk. I went to post office for a stamp to mail a bill payment then drove to places he might be and tried to decide how to stay, usefully, out of the house until the chlorine dissipated. PArked nearby and went in and put stuff through rinse cycle again. Took food to car so I could eat and read. Went in and put stuff through a full wash cycle. Went out a while more.

Finally went in about 1pm and read while trying to get feet warm with heating pad. R came home for "breakfast" and now he has gone back off, feet are almost warm, upstairs in warm enough to work. The sun is pouring in the windows. Emails are done, etc. Here I go!