A lull. Work intrudes (always). Mental preparation is needed on an increasing basis to address the messes. Thank God, I was talked into contracting with an estate sale planner for my mom’s house. A team of ten has accomplished a great deal in a matter of weeks that would have taken us months to accomplish. Also, we would have been fly blind on pricing and display. It is admittedly costly but balancing time, energy, focus, heart is paramount if one is to last.
So, for my aunt’s mess, I am gearing up with boxes, tape to secure the boxes bottoms, new tarps and an attitude that will endure as my back screams each night.
My aunt’s CHF is in neutral. Weight stabilized for now. Lasix seems to be working. Energy returning. Buying boxes, tape gun today and tarps/visqueen today.