Well I made a decent lunch. Then I did the "15 minute timer approach" to tackling something one hates to face. I made headway. So I did another 15 minutes. My kitchen is the most stupidly designed kitchen ever. It's not a galley kitchen. But it's barely more than that. It's supposed to be an "eat in" kitchen, but what a hunt I undertook to find a kitchen table small enough to fit. The apartment is in a small building built in the 60s. No dishwasher. No dining area outside of the kitchen. Very, very little closet space or storage anywhere in the apartment. The livingroom is ridiculously big for a one bedroom apt. The bedroom is decent size. It was a lot of square feet for the money, but the space is distributed crazily. The bathroom is stupid-small. (It's bigger than an airplane bathroom. That's about the best I can say for it.) To try to make this place homey took a lot of shopping for furniture that would fit and provide storage space. I use the space under my bed as my pantry for a lot of canned/bottled/packaged goods. In the kitchen, I use a small bookcase to store pots and pans. The kitchen floor is an ugly, old linoleum from the 80s - avocado green - that I hide under accessory rugs, as best I can. I manage to arrange everything to create a pleasing effect that I'm happy with. But the water leak meant pulling the kitchen apart and displacing everything in this cramped, narrow, rectangular room. It looked so ugly! My arthritic back makes it hard to cope with floor-level cabinets. But I started, and now I know I can put the place back how I had it when all was neat. I have a bunch of small rugs and towels that got all wet. They're drying on the patio. A trip to the laundromat will render that stuff all clean and nice. (The spill was clean water.) It could have been worse. I tend to hang on to stuff I haven't used in years. I've thrown some of that stuff away, so those cabinets won't be so crammed full of things.

I'll go work some more on it, in a bit. Not too long ago, the ancient water heater in the kitchen leaked and had to be replaced. That took a few days, during which my kitchen was upside down to make room for the plumbers.

I don't think anything else bad is likely to happen in my kitchen for a while. I'm kind of OCD about how things are arranged. Having things all pulled apart stresses me out beyond reason.

I'll do some more work now. I just tell myself - everything is fixable.

@Discombobulated - thank you for wanting to help me. An acquaintance of mine also offered to help me. But she has major problems, like being on the verge of homelessness because of some very bad decisions. I'm afraid to have her come over because she might not want to leave. Knowing her plight makes me glad I have a place to call home, old and funky though it may be.

Thank you for listening. I just get so down at times. Kind words help me so much.