I'm calling it a night. Progress: not worth mentioning. Few times in my short life have I needed a shower more than right now. As of right now, I have no idea how all our stuff can be put away neatly. And that's after I've thrown out stuff. Hope wanes. We'll see how tomorrow goes.
3 comments:
It feels hopeless because it IS hopeless.
Hence, the reason Darrel's mini-storage is a billion dollar business.
Um, you're slacking on the posts, honey.
I insist on insight into your day.
YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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