I also learned that we might get a three day "casual wear" weekend at work, providing that it follows a red, white, and blue color theme for the major sale. This would mean that jeans of glorious comfort are permissible, as well as things like tennis shoes. Sandals, shorts, and printed t-shirts are still off-limits, but I will enjoy this small break in the routine of nylons and heels for as long as I can.
Today, I tried to follow my plan known as "Taking Care of Things." I went to the bank and brandished three checks at the teller: a six dollar return on my taxes, a twenty-two dollar paycheck, and a fifty dollar check from my grandmother, who always writes "void after 30 days" on her monetary gifts to me, because apparently I once neglected to cash a check for two months. I barely remember this episode, but her memory of it seems to be more vivid than her now ghostly handwriting.
I visited the grocery store as well, returning with victuals of the microwavable sort. Now that I actually have food that does not require me paying attention to cook, I find that I am binging a little, and eating when I am not particularly hungry. I should exercise more self-discipline!
Remaining tasks: cleaning room, doing dishes.