Moving Season

I'm outside, listening to one of my downstairs neighbors move out. It's moving season around here, and there have been more U-Hauls around here then there probably are at the U-Haul place.

 

Mom arrived last night, and she's still asleep. Our plan for today is to tackle the garage. Tomorrow we're planning to go to the Lincoln museum. No, she's up now.

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Work, work, work

After a late start, my mom and I worked in the garage on my boxes (mostly books). I did fill two large boxes full of books to sell or give away, so that is a start. My mom has been diligently repacking the books as I sort through them. However, I did find to my dismay, that some of my books have water and mold damage. Much of my collection of poetry had to be thrown out. I suppose that's one way to shrink my collection, but it's not the way that I had in mind.

We're both exhausted from working in the garage. Right afterward, all I wanted to do was sleep, but I needed to draft a cover letter (to Penn State), and managed to pull myself together to write a pretty good letter (I think). I'll proofread and send it tomorrow.

We initially planned to go to the Lincoln Museum tomorrow, but we decided to keep working on the garage instead.

So now I really need to crash. I think that I might wait until morning to scoop the litter boxes.