Pot roast is in fridge.
Soup is in fridge.
Pinto beans are in fridge.
There is big pot of dead chicken bones and veggies on my stove.
There is a smaller pot covered bean glop in my sink.
My living room and dining room carpet has been vacuumed for the first time in far too long.
I hurt. I'm tired. I don't want to make tonight's dinner.
Tomorrow: turkey. Chili. kugel. noodles. fried onions and almonds for the green beans.
I'm nauseated already.