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Killed the grocery shopping list. Killed most of the "other errands" list, and what's left is short enough for a weekday evening. Killed the "must do before Iceland" list as far as possible. Killed some of the "would be nice but won't keep me from going to Iceland" list. Working on the finances list.

I spent largish parts of Saturday having all the ambition of a damp rag. It was warm and sunny in the living room and I was drying my hair in a sunbeam, and then Snip decided that my lap was the second best place to be after the sunbeam migrated off the rug. When she finally abandoned ship, I pried myself off the couch and went grocery shopping and came home with blueberries, blackberries, strawberries, cherries, cat food, and a burst blister on each foot. Ow. Idiot. So, back to socks and sneakers for a week or so. It got cold again, so I'd be wearing socks anyway. (Why is it insisting on being cold? It's the middle of May.)

Yesterday I spent largish parts of the day staying off my blisters, after I got done buying bar soap and kitty litter. I now have enough soap to last until my birthday, and enough kitty litter to consider the household adequately supplied. I failed to buy rain pants, but I did try on enough pairs to determine that what I need is a size medium, short leg. Which of course was the only combination the store didn't have, so I came home and ordered them online. (Watch me not need them at all when I get there, just because I specifically ordered them for this trip.) One of these days I'm going to have to decide what sort of luggage I'm going to take with me, because there's only one laundromat in Iceland. Fortunately it's in Reykjavik; unfortunately it's expensive. Decisions, decisions...