Work Work Work. COOKIES!

 I am alone with my thoughts far too often. I know it's okay for me to still grieve: there is no time limit on mourning. Still, I know I would be farther along in the process if I had something to occupy me. 

 A job would be beneficial, not only to keep me busy but also because damn it! I need the money. 

 I could clean my house. God knows there's a good six months simply decluttering to start with. Yet, where to start? I am not motivated in the slightest to do it. 

 I've read the easiest way is to start with just one room. I figure I'd have to start with just one horizontal surface.  But where do I put the stuff? Not everything has a place and I have nowhere to put the placeless items. I don't even have room for a box of yard sale items. Even if I have the yard sale tomorrow.

 Screw it. I'm gonna make some cookies.