My house is an absolute mess and I don't care. The rest of my life I care about. Not this. I don't have the capacity to care about everything.
I have finished one of Wabby's socks and two of the socks-formerly-known-as-Shotses. They're cute.
I feel that I doing so much in the area of getting this job. I have two that I'm not rejected from and I've signed up for two more tests. If I pass them, I'll be rejectable in the areas of English and Special Ed. I don't find these tests so hard so maybe I could become rejectable in a whole series .. Humanities, Geography, History, art, math ... well, I might pass math but probably not.
I took DS to town and got the pharmacist to look at his finger. He explained that it was blistered and nothing to do unless the blister breaks and the sensation may hopefully return. A crooked broken finger sounds so depressing. Did an orthopedic surgeon look at it?