I'm just back from Ottawa.

Went with my mom and dad to visit my brother, Will. A bit of a long trip, but we really don't get to see him all that often.

Sadly, I was getting over a migraine and managed to contract another. On the OTHER side of my head. Oi, these things get annoying. Interfere with everything.

We stayed in a Travelodge for the night. Now, Travelodges aren't the nicest hotels, but I really like staying in hotels sometimes. I reveled in the brilliant white, clean smelling towels. The clean tub which I took a long hot bath in. The dark room. The lobby where I could pick up whatever toiletry I'd forgotten. The big bed all to myself.

But mostly the bath.

God, do I miss having a nice hot bath.

Yes, I have a bathtub, but it's kind of gross. The caulking needs to be redone. (The whole bathroom needs to be redone, but that's another story, for another year.)

Actually, that quite set the scene for much of what I talked about on the trip: my house. I made a list of the things I need to do. I stressed a little bit. But I feel better suddenly.

Maybe it's the list.

Maybe it's because when my parents dropped me off, my dad fixed the door threshold and I installed the insulation behind the outlets. Maybe it's because we looked at the ventilation in the attic and thought about how we could increase it and I have some concrete options to consider. Maybe it's because my dad took a look at the plumbing in my basement bathroom and told me we can fix it with his soldering gun or whatever. Or maybe it's the bag of clothing that I sent my mom home with so that she can find a better home for them.

I don't know.
I just like getting things done. It might just be the list that I wrote up that makes me feel better. (Goodness knows why -- it's long enough to scare anyone.)

But I'm pretty confident that it's about the insulation that I put in the outlets and the door threshold.

And my resolve to choose one thing every day this week and just DO it.