Running into a life of boxes and how they move. I may indeed come back and update this one, catch up the next three; whatever it takes.

See you on the other side.

Update 3 PM. Truck is parked in the yard and ready for boxes. It’s a very old beast with problems, the worst of which so far is that it’s governed at 59 MPH.

Kicking open the back door, there was a baby lizard tangled in spiderwebs. He’s gonna live, for now.

Update 11 PM. The truck is 5/12 full, the place is half empty, and I’ve finally cooled down. Body aches are not waiting for morning to show, I took the pills. I’ll be up again before it gets too hot. Firedream with me.