Every time I look at a recipe I review the knife work and if I feel threatened I won't do it.

I'm sure you guys are very good and I am mediocre in comparison. But even past that point, I'm just lazy and scared. As far as I'm concerned, a project isn't over until I've hurt myself. That could be twisting a wrench and slamming my hand. Or that could be chopping a bit of my finger when cutting whatever. It's just part of life. So I'll avoid the knife when I can. I whined about the hands but of course there are times I just push past whatever and get stuff done. I don't want to touch raw meat so I glove up and I am careful with the cutting boards and it's all such a pain in the ass. Most of the time it's not worth it for me.

If I can do factory production like large sous-vide batches I will, because that's a good payback on investment. And I only do that once every 3 or 4 months. I just ate some 3-year-old lamb ribs. It was before I learned to label well and I thought it was a steak. Random 3-year-old bag from the deep freeze in the back. They were great. They worked very well frozen in the George Foreman grill and the bag juice made a great sauce.

The key issue is I crossed over into laziness outweighing hunger. So fancy prep of anything has to give me some phenomenal return on investment for me to get off my ass and start working on it.

It's going to be something emotional. It's going to be something that I do to make M happy on the occasion that she is hungry. It's going to be something that I can create and eat over the course of days but have it in two bite snacks like the eggs.

Other than that, I'll wait for M to cook and feed me. She's really good at it. And she does it even when she's not hungry. She's got this thing about being a dutiful wife. She sees me sit there and feels the need to feed me.

Works for me.

Today I ran up and down my inside steps. Maybe 50 times. I played House Tetris. There is one guest left in 2 weeks and we are closed for the winter. That means the downstairs is mine.

When I put that Airbnb together I played solidify Tetris. I gathered everything in the house and either I packed tight up in 700 square feet which is my top floor kitchen, living room and bedroom or I put it outside in a shed somewhere. And those sheds were packed.

But downstairs was perfect. Freshly constructed kitchen and bedroom with the Murphy bed and just the slightest hint of storage. Almost nothing. Let people come in and feel it's theirs for a few days and then move on.

So that means I have almost no storage to use right now anyway. But I'm going to use every spot I can. Like I have a phonograph, really, a record player in a box, that's still in the box, that fits perfectly above the fridge within a quarter inch of the cabinet that hangs above that. That box does not fit anywhere else on the entire floor. Score.

Pots and pans that I haven't used in a long time? They go to the downstairs kitchen. Now I have two of them to fill with gadgets.

Every bag and box and wire on my floor? No longer, coiled and zip tied tight and hung on the correct wire racks. I can finally see my floor. The bags hang nicely on hooks. I have heavy duty canvas bags with padded handles that are now hanging on the wire shelves that I now can organize irregular shaped things in. The knapsacks that we all need access to? Hanging on that wire shelf rack as well. The jackets that we toss. Hanging on the wire rack as well. I love baker's racks combined with a bunch of s-hooks on the sides.

I'm not moving anything that M has stored in this environment out of sight. It's all laid out so she can pick and choose and then I'll carry the rest down.

I've rewired the projector. It used to hang straight down in the middle of the room. It was horrible. But it was low on the list. Now it's nice and tight up the ceiling and then down the wall and I've got the channels to put over it. Right now it's white wire on a white ceiling so I'm okay with it.

That means I can move my massage chair at any location under the projector which is where I want it. That thing is 300 lb plus but it's on a wooden floor and I can shove it. That means I can move the side table on wheels easily. It used to be clamped in place with the wires. It was bad. It was at the wrong angle for the chair but it was correct for clamped wires.

I have been running around like crazy all day doing this, unpacking the packed stuff in the tight living room closet and shelves that we could never get to anyway unless I juggled and then repacking it, but in a far more organized fashion in the limited space downstairs.

You know when you leave a house and the final moments, you have to do a gather and it's kind of like filling a junk drawer. You don't want to throw that stuff out, but you really don't have any current use for it. But you know it's worth moving. At least you think so. I found three those boxes from three moves ago that it's time to rip apart and use what we can and throw away what we don't. Time to set up a real filing cabinet.

No more juggling.

This will be the final summer if I rent at all. So I got short timers syndrome. You want to show up and enjoy the place, you should be okay with the various cabinets packed. It won't be ugly on the outside, but it won't be the level of hotel room feel that it is now.

Prep work? Too lazy. Housework with a payback that I've been waiting for, for years? Yup.