Yesterday morning, I unloaded two boxes of records from my car and took them to the kitchen table to begin alphabetizing them. The boxes have been wet at some point, and one of them collapsed as I was on my way through the living room. Papers went everywhere. I gathered them up and proceeded to the kitchen.
About 1/4 of the way through the first box, I pulled out a folder that was moldy. I didn't want to even touch it. The records inside it were stuck together, and as I began to peel them apart, I started sneezing. It occurred to me that this was probably not helping my cold. I stopped peeling the pages apart, put them back in the moldy folder, and put them back in the box. The next folder was moldy, too.
By this time, I'd already sorted a lot of the records into piles on the kitchen table. I should either put the records back in their original folders or finish alphabetizing them all, but I did not want to proceed, at least not now, while I'm sick, and not on my kitchen table. I gathered up all the records I'd already sorted, stuffed them back in the box, and took the boxes back to the car. I will deal with them later, when I feel better, and the weather warms up enough for me to tolerate the cold, nasty workroom.
For the next few hours, I watched some videos about archiving. It has been two or three weeks since I've checked in with The Boss to see if he's located space for the planned county archive. At that time, he'd not had any success, so even if I knew everything there is to know about archiving, there's no place for me to get started. I'm in limbo in that regard.
Mid-afternoon, I started thinking about what to fix for supper and decided to make a meatloaf. Took some ground beef out of the freezer and put it in the sink to thaw. It was ready to use by the time I needed to start supper. The meatloaf came out of the oven just about the time The Husband was due home from work. It was only when he was about 30 minutes late that I remembered he had a board meeting that night and would not be home for supper. I also remembered that he had a work trip planned for today and Wednesday and would not be home for supper either of those nights.
I would not have made a meatloaf just for me.
When it cooled enough, I wrapped it up, put it in the refrigerator, and made myself some toast for dinner. When The Husband finally came home, I learned that he'd cancelled the work trip.
At least I won't have to cook tonight.
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