The office is an office and organized. Decor is finished, the PC that belongs in there is hooked up and running at a fully functional desk, and all 3 monitors are happy. My art room is fully decorated, functional, clean, organized, and all the projects that had been piled on my work table have been fixed, repaired, or otherwise addressed. The guest room is fully decorated in a Haunted Mansion theme, blacklight is up, accent lighting is up. I need to buy the guest bed when the funds are available, but the massage table is up until then.
Spare charger cords on the "other" side of the bed, charging station in the living room, and spare chargers in the guest and art rooms. Speakers in the kitchen, guest room, art room, and a set that is perfectly arranged on the bed so that I can have my bedtime music playing without being obtrusive. Last remnants of cleaning and whatnot from the things that the auction company didn't take are sent off to Goodwill. Arizona room clean, organized, cake decorating stuff on shelves and easily accessed.
So... What now? For almost five months, I've had things to do. In a way, I was still taking care of things for Howard. It's done. It's *all* done. What do I do now? I've cleaned the house. Floors are swept and mopped, and the new steam mop means that messes are cleaned immediately. Rugs are clean. I dusted. I freaking dusted. I'm... not sure what to do now. There's nothing to do but what I want. I don't know what that is.
It's finally all done. Every last bit. I've spent so much time as a caretaker, so much time, even after he was gone, taking care of the things that still needed tending. I'm not sure I remember how to human anymore.