Today was a stay-in-PJs kind of day. Believe it or not, I've only done this a couple times since our lockdown, and because I knew I was going to be busy on the computer all day, I figured there was no reason to put any effort in. I did manage to make some oatmeal cookies this morning, though. And we managed to get rid of some stuff in the garage because somebody down the street was having a yard sale and Craig had pulled stuff out onto the driveway so he could clean/organize the garage. That helps tremendously, as well takes the onus off me to place ads locally to see if anyone wants to come and get it. One woman wouldn't even take it for free. She insisted on giving us $20 for the three items she took. Can't really complain about that.
I can complain about my stupid ovary, though. I got a referral to get an ultrasound last summer because I was convinced the cyst on my left ovary was getting too big (since the pain was pretty constant). But lo and behold, the pain went away, so I never followed through. Last night, the pain came back. I'm sure it's because I'm ovulating, and that ovary hates me. I'll wait it out to see if it goes away again, though. It wasn't quite as debilitating as it was in the past, so it's possible the cyst that caused the previous pain ruptured and this one's a new one. It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. The one thing my body is very good at is creating cysts.