Lived Through Another One

Bye-bye January, don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. No wait - do. All doors should hit January's posterior, if you please. But we made it through, despite the horrid forecasts for both the weather and the country, and we'll continue to chug along. I got all my partners' time-sensitive stuff done, although I'm still not sure how as I'm so exhausted from four days in Manhattan, and I just don't want to think any more. At least I accomplished a hell of a lot of stuff in the apartment that required no brainpower, like finally putting away the rest of my laundry, doing the dishes and the Woolite wash and the shopping list, emptying small trash bins, getting finances ready to pay the rent tomorrow, little things like that which nobody likes doing but which keep the apartment running. Speaking of running, I'm going to stop now.