So I stubbornly set out to do what I'd been intending to do on the drive home. I unloaded the car, put clean laundry and various foodstuffs away, finished up the unpacking.
Then took a deep breath and hunted down the duct tape. Despite ample provocation, I did not duct tape the cats; I duct-taped the bit of screen door they shredded their way through.
When I was in IL this October, I visited a friend's place which had, since my last visit, added hardware-cloth screen doors to all the kitchen entrances, to keep the four-footies where they belong. I greatly admired this design, and am going to lay hands on a hardware-cloth door as soon as may be possible.
Which won't be anytime soon, I suspect. I also did the bookkeeping (while my 1200+ email messages downloaded), and the bank did something rather unexpected with my automagic mortgage payment. *sigh* So another thing I did was zoom off to the post awful with the newly arrived unemployment check to get it into the bank post-haste.
I haven't made anything resembling dinner, despite having copious amounts of food in the house. And I require that I change the litterboxes and drive the trash down to the pickup site before I go to bed. (It's all a day late because of the holiday, sigh.) And I am tired.
Cold, a bit creaky, and back in job suspense. Welcome home and happy !@#$ new year.