Too Hot to Handle

Woke up at 11 AM and went back to sleep "for a half hour" and slept for two hours. I'm wondering if it's too late to get tires. If I go on Monday, though, it might be less busy. I also forgot to order Zara's meds yesterday, so I can't pick them up today. Oh well.

I decided to wait to get the tires. I told myself that I am on vacation, although I want to get some stuff done, so I'm going to take a nap.

Stepping outside is like stepping into an oven. There is a "special weather statement" about the heat and humidity. (It's 91 F.) Hmm, I had planned to make Lemon Rice Soup tomorrow, but if it's really hot, maybe not. That reminds me, buy ice cream!

The cats are setting my priorities for me. I was going to take a shower when Mimi kept telling me to pay attention to her. I stopped and snuggled with her for about 10 minutes. Now I'm out of the shower and Zara is on my lap.

Got out to run errands. I did break down and buy a small bottle of soda to drink while I was running errands. (Yes, I know that isn't the best use of money, but it was good.) Aldi had a "car cleaning kit" (long-handled brush and squeegee) on sale a couple of weeks ago. I wanted it, but didn't have the money. Today, there was one left at 1/2 price. Score!! And now I can wash the car at home! I've got the ingredients to make Lemon Rice Soup plus some other odds and ends. That reminds me; I bought some frozen cod fillets, so I need to look for recipes. I got the cats their food, so now they both can eat the food that they like.

Now I'm learning about budgeting. I think that I'll learn a little more before going to sleep.

Day of Rest (Mostly)

The budget person ("Budgetnista") suggested having a checking account for bills only so that you don't spend the money that you need for bills and that you know how much cash is on hand. So I opened another checking account with no fee. The Budgetnista also recommends having a saving account that's separate from your checking accounts, which I already have.

Bought dry cat food from Amazon. Now I'm really going to bed.

Woke up around 11 AM. It's going to be a hot day; the forecasters are predicting 94F, so I'm going to stay inside. I had wanted to clean out the car. Oh well. The temperature is supposed to go down later in the week.

I bought a few bottles of diet cola yesterday. I mostly want to drink water, but it was good to have a glass of fizzy goodness this morning.

I was looking for a Spiralizer recipe to make this week. I found one with asparagus and zucchini, but it calls for carrot juice. I don't have a juicer. I did find a used juicer on Facebook Marketplace, but how often would I use it? A lot of the recipes that I've flagged call for butternut squash (mmm), so I can really get going in the fall. Also found a recipe for baked cod fillets, so I should thaw some fillets. I have a lot of frozen vegetables, so I can serve it with them.

I thought that I had another Spiralizer cookbook, but I guess not.

Dozed for a half-hour. Tossed in a load of laundry. Had a moment of Kitty Drama, but they broke it up when I told them to cut it out. I'm glad that they listen to me. Had a bite to eat.

Did some meal planning and wrote up a grocery list. Ate dinner. Took a nap, slept through a "severe" thunderstorm, and slept for three hours. Fed the patient girls.

I need the forms from my budget book, so I'm going to poke around online. The author didn't think of what Kindle readers would do. I could recreate them, but that would be a pain.

Finding My "Why"

An online class posted about finding your purpose. They said to find the way that you want to change the world, and the money will follow. My purpose would be to help people with mental illness. Quite a while ago, I had thought of creating a blog for people with mental illnesses could use to get their questions answered. The blog The Mighty has covered some of the same territory, but I could guest-post there to drive traffic to my blog.

My only concern would be impacting my day job by posting about mental health. It shouldn't matter, but there is a stigma. Sigh.