Plans work sometimes.

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Yes, dishes are done.  More of the boxes, most, have been finished, as well as more sorting of other... stuff.  There always seem to be more.  To some degree, I am having to shuffle to find, sort to get to breaking down, and more and more.  It's not as if I can just do... whatever.  Often I have to sort, hand through, stack in the new place, then get to it.  Well, and there are boxes everywhere, in several rooms anyway.  Some I kept for incidental use.  Though as I have gone through other boxes I have found better boxes to keep.  So, yeah.

It is amazing though.  How much I am doing.  If I have to admit it sure doesn't look like I have done all that much.  Trust me, I have.  It's not a brag.  It has been hours, probably running on two work days, of sorting, tearing down, piling up, moving, storing, and on.  Perhaps not at speed, but at a good pace.  I am a bit surprised I have been able to keep up, keep at it, at the pace and volume that's been in the works.  Just in incidentals, not including the stack of broken down boxes, or the boxes of various sizes I am retaining, or the coolers from various foods and medicines (which I really don't know what to do with), I have sorted through two to three garbage bags of packing (in spite of storing the paper packing, which I like to reserve).  So, yeah.  A lot of work.  On top of cooking and dishes, mind you.

Beautiful.  I really do like ripping through and opening things up.  If, as I mentioned, it doesn't look all that much clearer, yet.  It makes me want to put the box stack in the vehicle, get the trash out, and figure out what to do with the coolers (styrofoam).  Some of those would be good to have, there is simply a limit.  The thing is, I need a minor break.  Maybe a movie length break.  I have limits, I just do.  I have reached the limit.  I am hungry though, now.  Hmm... no idea what to make though.  Ugh!


Oh... from a time before this time.  In a place before this place.  Known once for this, or that, and other things.  Changes, since then.  And yet some things never change.  While minions will be drawn, they have to be drawn.  It is merely that there is no faith in where the faithless are drawn, not anymore.  The job simply has to be done, and so it will be.  Cannot tempt those with God in them.  Can tempt, must tempt, the others... to God's will and their doom.  So be it.  The trick is to not become the task, and so be petrified in it.  To leave the vessel, and the task, and walk into the light in it's due.  That is the prayer anyway.

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