Samain Moving Moon
OK. I’d admit to dullness, drug outness. Weary. I knew this week would suck and it has delivered. Not in big ways, but in the small insults that seem to grow. Yesterday A1 sent the A packing team. Solid, jolly, quiet, steady. Today the C team. Or, lower. Noisy, brusque, clomping. They packed the honey and jelly for our potential buyers. They also packed the small horticultural library of Minnesota focused books I’d left behind. And, they packed all of my coats.
Now none of this is really awful, but on top of sleep deprivation, it’s sure annoying. We’ve used up a lot of our introverted reserve getting to today and now that’s gone. Which amplifies everything, I know. We’re still good, still level, but I’m glad this part of the process won’t last much longer.
Tomorrow, loading. Richard said the day will be hectic. Expected. This is all a modest downer, so I’ll quit. More tomorrow, when, hopefull, I’m better rested.
