I woke up in a better mood than I ended yesterday with.

I got productive this morning and vacuumed most of the house. Then, I naturally lost an attachment to the vacuum cleaner. I still haven't found it. It is not in the attachment bag, the kitchen or dining room, and it has to be there...I think. Another thing lost...sigh, terrible memory.

Then, I decided to wash the futon cover, the blankets we keep there, the blanket we throw on the floor to watch movies.

I searched for a good while, found my letter of disability, which, naturally, I'd lost, I lose things all the time, and filed it under my medical info in the filing cabinet.

We may need to produce the letter of disability to help with an HOA deed restriction H is fighting, but he is saving the medical accommodation stuff for mental disability for appeals or mediation. We don't exactly want the whole community knowing I have all these mental health diagnoses but will as a last resort, so it's important to have that letter in an easy location to find.

I'm a bit tired now. I see the T after lunch today.