I wend my way home.

     I was prepared for the firestorm on the drive home.  More annoyed about the intrusion into my private time than anything else.  At home things had the air of calming down.  I was berated for forgetting 1 item during shopping and how could I buy only 3 pork chops.  I laughed it off literally.  It fell apart from there.

     Brother in law was sort of there.  Sister was talking about how we'd let the house and everything go and it needed cleaning badly.  I agreed.  Also mentioned we'd had this conversation countless times.

     Bit of fore shadowing for you.  I'll get to it, but this past Thursday night I had plans.  They actually cooked.  Friday morning I saw the flour on the floor and on the dog container lid.  Forgot to clean it up that night.  I cleaned it this morning.  Literally 2 days of the flour just sitting there.  Anyway.

     We agreed we'd devote some time each weekend, take a room and tackle it.  I consented as I always do.  Knowing well and good that it will never happen.  Sad really.  I would do it myself except my sister insists on being involved.  My brother in law is pretty much useless in this sense.

     Monday?  Dark skies, windy, unpleasant.  Can't remember much else.  Tuesday came on like a bad B movie.  I even remember thinking I was glad not to have to go out for lunch that day.  My sister called me around 1 in the afternoon.  She'd been involved in a car pile up.