The Stanley Steemer guys got here about 11:00. I was wound right up because I hadn't had any sleep, plus I hate having strangers in my home messing with my belongings. I know that it had to be done, but my anxiety level on a scale of 1-10 was about a 22. I took two of my anti-anxiety pills while I was waiting for them to get here. They were only here for about an hour and a half, thank the gods. I just hate the idea of this type of thing because I just know they are looking at the mess and judging me for being a pig. I'm sure they've seen worse, but that does not make me feel any better about them invading my home and my privacy.
After they left, I ate lunch, then dragged the stuff back out of my bedroom that I had put in there to get it out of their way in the living room and the office. Finally I could get some sleep. I slept for about six hours. I had set the clock for 7pm and woke up at 6:58.
I got up and did some writing for a while. Then, as expected, I got a phone call at 8:30 from the Human Rights Commission. At first it was an automated message from Cyndi Lauper about the importance of this election. Then I was hooked into the conference call. It lasted about 40 minutes. It was about the importance of this election to the LGBT community.
I just finished supper and now I'm hanging out trying to destress. The cats were shut in the bedroom while the guys were here. They are, of course, out of captivity now and not sure what to make of the new smells. Poor things are as traumatized as I am.