Chores never seem to be just one thing, they are part of a sequence. Any time I need to empty the ~3 gallon compost bin beside the back door I first take the bucket and scooper thing around the back yard and police the dog droppings. This way when I burrow into the compost pile for a recess for the compost I can dump dog poop on top and the dogs leave the mashed up food alone. The top dressing for this mix is some of the grass and weeds from elsewhere in the pile. Just before all of this I clear out the bins in the fridge (for anything needing to go in the compost), resulting in emptied fridge containers to wash. Lately even though I've used up tidbits the fridge is still very full. I'm taking a bucket of peppers to work tomorrow to deal with that over-supply, and after taking a brick of frozen mashed bananas from the freezer there will be a loaf of banana bread for my coworkers tomorrow (it smells heavenly right now in the convection oven).

Someone sent a query about my chandelier on eBay. That doesn't imply a sale is imminent but at least someone is reading the ad. I have a bunch of stuff to list (accumulated, but I didn't get to listing it yet). Doll house furniture, old collectibles, things that are literally collecting dust around here).

Some dishes seem to have crept out of the cupboards and smeared themselves with food while my back was turned. As a favor to myself tomorrow morning I'll wash these (by hand) and let them drain in the dishwasher.

SRS