Summer New (Most Heat) Moon
It’s been a fruitful but exhausting morning. The dogs are upset. Vega’s barking at the back door non-stop because she wants lunch and, usually, what Vega wants, Vega gets. (although I must say she’s pretty reasonable. Usually her insistence involves either food or going to sleep.) I finished packing up all the books in the six bookcases and moved a very large container of trash up to the recycling.
The Sort Toss Pack folks are here moving boxes, furniture, books and fragile stuff. This is all progress and once it’s over we’ll feel like we’ve made an advance, but right now, it’s a bit stressful. Not in a bad way, but stressful nonetheless.
Glad they’re moving the boxes and not me. Furniture, the same.