I Think I’m Done

1-800-JUNK is coming tomorrow. There’s a Mount Everest sized pile of shit on our front lawn that they will haul away. It’s all boxes from things we put into the cellar and stuff that was in the cellar but is no longer needed, or stuff that was in the kitchen or the dining room or the living room that is no longer needed.

So. Much. Stuff.

I’ve spent nearly the entire day taking crap outside. Between that, putting the laundry room together, and yesterday’s putting the downstairs living space together……..

I’m done. Finished. My back is killing me and my legs are killing me and I’m done. Kill the lights, strike the stage, I’m done.