I’m not really in a mental funk; just a complete lazy funk.
Someone in our Kettering neighborhood group said they needed moving boxes. I hauled up 25+ boxes, 80% of which contained 1-4 boxes, themselves.
I save the boxes for times like this; there’s always someone needing packing/moving boxes.
The multiple number of trips up and down the basement steps, plus in and out to the driveway felt like four days worth of manual labor. Just as I was finishing up, my Friday delivery gal, Mama Kay, brought over my order from China Cottage.
A box filled with history/biography books, and several Father’s Day goodies arrived from my son, Joshua, and my son-in-law, Dave, who are living in London. This made my day!
The evening is a tad muggy but the breeze does eliminate any discomfort.
It’s moving on 8:30 PM and another day is nearing its end; another day with little intended accomplishments. I’m beginning to feel like Percy Kilbride’s Pa Kettle: “I’ll get around to that one of these days.”