My Pop helped me put some magnetized latches on my cabinets on Friday. Tuxington was enjoying hiding in the cabinets far too much. Tried putting a rubber band around the handles which worked for a few months, but he's figured out how to wiggle his way in now despite them. We don't want him trapesing around in our cookware, or sniffing around at cleaning supplies. Unless he starts doing some serious lifts, these should keep him out.
I haven't been getting anything really extraordinary done lately. I keep trying to remind myself that I'm under no obligation to be a gladiator every day, but that I need not get discouraged and give up either. It's a balancing act, trying to encourage and push yourself, but not to push too hard. My rheumatoid arthritis has been pretty damn stable since I stopped dicking around with my steroid levels. I think 10-15mgs is going to end up being a necessary evil for me. I don't forsee too much extra getting done today. I need to do a few chores around the house, and make a run to Wally World before I cook dinner. The nice part about how organized I have our home by this point is it doesn't take much at all to make it look pretty damn decent in here. While there's a number of projects left on my 'to do' list, the overall standard of cleanliness and organization isn't hard at all to maintain at this point, even on a rest day.