Puttered around the house.

Took his black powder rifle down from the wall, I couldn’t stand seeing it. Have hated it and the wall decor for the last 20 years but he wouldn’t let me touch it. Replaced it with:

Worked on getting his end table cleared and cleaned. I can’t tell you how much dust there was. All I know is how often I asked him, begged him to… “at least dust your end table.” I can see it never was priority.

Out of curiosity I checked my blood pressure this afternoon. 119/58 Hmmmm, best it has been in a long while.

Interesting.

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