Did the stairs get steeper or is it just me?

Yesterday I spun a bit, planted coreopsis, nettles, and onions outside
under improvised cold frames, then realized I hadn’t left myself enough
spoons for planting capsicums. I was able to get through the laundry, some
of the ironing, and a shower, and made about a quart of breadcrumbs out of
the stash of heels I’ve been saving in the freezer.

P assembled the seedling shelves, with a couple old cookie sheets for water
trays, and the existing fluorescent fixture fits without too much overhang.

We watched a couple episodes of The Good Place after dinner, which were
lovely as expected.