Okay, getting back to (house)work since my eye operation 2 months ago.

Got all my canned food deliveries from amazon shelved and boxes broken down. I get hot and sweaty doing it, but it feels like i am able to do more before i have to quit, and that i am not so miserable when i stop. I will only need to get in some fresh greens for the next month, which i hope to do by walking and taking the bus.

I have to stop this messy house stuff. I keep reminding myself that i dont have to live in shame, which is where my parents put me.