anotheranon | flat place crisis

In addition to reading HP this weekend, I helped D. clean out the basement. To be fair, he did most of the heavy lifting; I did mostly sorting (keep, pitch, donate). By Saturday afternoon we had ~3-4 garbage bags each of trash and donations. D. also built some wire frame shelves for the unfinished part of the basement to better organize/access the kept stuff.

Pro: I can get to things again, particularly my ironing board and cutting table, and use them without having to shift piles of books, etc. Con: it pitched up a lot of dust/mold/whatever and I've been trying to clear up my allergic reaction itchy spots since :P

I'm also taking another hard look at my bookshelves and figuring out what can go on half.com because I'm never going to read it again and I really, really need the shelf space - not just for things I covet but for books I already have (!)

This morning we took the Cat Units to the Very Expensive Technician (V.E.T.) Spice complained loudly in the car that she felt fine and didn't need to go, and Kisia explained with hostility to the Technicians that feline royalty such as herself should not be manhandled in such an undignified fashion :( I don't like doing it because I can't explain to them WHY the white coated sadists are poking holes and prying their mouths open :( The good news is that they're in excellent health, the bad news is that we need to start "brushing" their teeth with enzyme toothpaste - this won't be fun for any of us :/

I'm trying to start a habit of doing a few "endurance" yoga postures (plank, side plank) and stretches (Cat-Cow, pigeon, upward facing dog) every day to help my back and work on balance, and these are all more challenging than they look. Especially the side planks.

Time to call my sister for the HP recap...