RANDOM TOO-FUCKING-BUSY ACTION.

No, that's not true. Too-fucking-random too-fucking-busy action. That occupied my time, my space, space-time, and whatever was left.
   When you are a carer, major shit becomes mega major shit. I just packed the house away and unpacked (most of) it again. Planning that took months.
   My keyboard wanted me to say planning that took moths.
   Yes. Planning that took moths. Today I stared in amazement at the rain. I mean all of it. Every last fucking drop fell on this house. I had to wait for a gap...
   For five minutes, the taps turned off and I returned to the scene of the crime: the hut. There, I'd stored the shelves for the cupboard. Those, I slapped back up just in time.
   I took delivery of winter supplies. Canned goods. Those went on the shelves. I hammered, sawed, knocked nails in, clawed nails out, trimmed a different kind of nail, painted walls, painted a carpet with a stray dollop that blended in, hefted things up and down ladders, discovered ancient artefacts left in out-of-the way places by workmen, and...
   Then I hacked open a lock and fixed it. So easy to fix. Hacking it open was harder. Preserving what was left of it...was a real feat. Books went up on shelves. Equipment moved around. Most of the furniture is where it is and where it will stay.
   It isn't in the right place. No. That was the old arrangement, and the old arrangement is gone. I made improvements, and kept the care routine going through all of that.
   I also Hoovered like a fucking cultist devoted to the Hoover. It snowed when I bought the new Christmas tree. I mean...some of the fake snow fell off the tree when I inspected the goods. I Hoovered that too.
   Blogging was the last thing on the list. Nearly. I still have to shift this computer desk back into place. When that's done, part of my care routine will include introducing computer games - from comfortable seating.
   It rained like it wouldn't stop. Oh, I even handled a spot of legal business. Forgot about that. It's been a busy fucking day. And month. Month before that. Fuck. November already. How about that.