It’s a little sunny outside, but the garage has only one little (and very dirty) window in the side door.
I ran out of steam. It happens like that. I get a few things done, think I’m going to do a few more, and my self comes to a screeching halt. Done for the day, though my head has other ideas.
This is my life since I’ve been in this apartment, and I’m pretty sure it’s because this place is so moldy. I was never this way in Henderson. I could at least focus, there, and when it came to packing, I was able to do it until the pain got to be too much. I can’t even get started, here.
I need a lot of help and that’s before the packing. I’m surprised I managed to get things sorted and some ready for donation. I’ll just try to do what I can when I can and pray that I’m far enough advanced that it won’t be too hard for my helpers to pick up the slack.