I hope when I am gone, someone reads through all this. Grandchild, great-grandchild, etc. By then I will probably have at least another 10 or 20 years captured. Imagine all the world history reports that would have been made so much easier if relatives or even just like regular folks kept more detailed daily journals. Sure you have to sort through the chafe to reach the wheat, but it provides a snapshot of daily life in one individual. Especially when this becomes a police state and all media is controlled by the orange furher. Dystopian future next stop, all aboard.
Packed about 5 or 6 boxes yesterday. Did a lot of wrapping. The boxes we packed were mostly small knickknack type stuff. Again, we're focusing on things we can live without. I don't care if I see my bathroom chicken between now and the end of the year. We're leaving some wall artwork because no one wants to live in a sterile plain house. Okay, maybe some people do, we don't.
B went to her group yesterday. It may be her last one depending on timing so she was emotional over that. She made the organizers one of her signature blankets which they apparently loved.
Went to the grocery store for ice cream at night because it got hot again. Leftovers for dinner.
Today I have my long day. 10-2 then 4-12 then 6-2. Oodles of fun. But hey, my boss is finally back from Hawaii so maybe we'll here from him today. Ha.
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