No planning.

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I was, sort of, awake by 8:00. Not up and about, but roughly aware, or so I hoped. I did not want to miss the phone call and I had no idea when it would happen. I was hoping to get a call early and have some sort of scheduling capacity at that time. That did not happen. I received the call at 10:00, give or take 45 minutes, my mind even several hours later still fuzzy with sleepiness. They had the address wrong, he was down the street and there was no house with my address. No planning here at all. Out of bed, into jeans and a shirt, and out the door I went. Quite a load of stuff. Not all that heavy, but enough. It sits, I wonder when and how I can figure this stuff out.

I need to figure out how to store the stuff for now. The crowbar I used to have is no longer in my possession. That is one of the unquestionably needed tools for the work. I searched yesterday and could not find it. The rest of the tools are good and are waiting for the job. Until the purchase of another crow bar and the completion of the tear-down, the materials have to be stored. It will happen, just, not quickly. Tomorrow I need to travel. Perhaps this weekend will see to much or all of it. But the materials have to be moved. I keep the X garaged, for many reasons, and will keep to that.

Blathering, planning, call it what you will. A little more sleep, however, before anything else can get done. Later.