I'm stuck at home, without a car or any real access to the outside world. Okay, I could walk somewhere but as I'm still being blindsided by random bouts of sickness, this doesn't seem wise. Outside, it's lovely and sunny and breezy and in here it's muggy and yucky. I've turned on the fan in the air conditioner for a bit to get the air moving, which I hope will help.
I'm finally, finally tackling the laundry after deciding to give up on the idea of being well for a long enough stretch of time that going to the laundromat might be plausible. This means that I have to use the facilites at my apartment, where there are exactly two sad washers and two sad dryers, so it's going to take me all afternoon to get through the five loads I've got, instead of the hour and a half that it'd be a the laundromat. It'll likely cost me more this way, too, but at least my apartment and bathroom are close at hand.
What else? Oh, I'm hungry. Except I have no desire to eat anything. It's obviously really fun. There's a bunch of stuff I could be eating: yogurt, left-over pizza, rice and veggies, cereal, soup... but none of it is appetizing. In fact, I can't quite think of anything that's appetizing.
And my grandmother has gone incommunicado. This woman is the busiest unemployed elderly woman EVER. She is never home. She travels a lot but as far as we know, isn't doing that currently. She just goes to the senior's centre every day and participates in or organizes events. I keep missing her when she's home and she never checks her answering machine. At least I don't have to worry that something's happened, though, since two of my uncles live downstairs from her and eat dinner with her most nights.