Productive.

Well it was definitely productive. But wow, is there much to be done. I've been sneezing off and on. Vegas leaves in the morning. We seemed to have reached some kind of meeting of the minds. I'm very tired. The garage is packed with things for a 'yard sale'. The bins are filled. There's still much to clean, sort, organize. The kitty is very paranoid and hiding in Mother's room. I took a photo of me with Mother's box. I had hoped to have some time with her, perhaps in the morning after Vegas leaves and before my uncle picks me up for the cemetery.

Shockingly the car was ready today. Brother has it now. Vegas and I did some minor demolition. I didn't find any other mold. It's clear where the leak was originating. I've patched that and will leave it visible for this weekends storm before covering it back up again with wall board, etc. I've seen things I forgot about, seen things that were new, seen things I didn't realize we had. I wish Mother was here to see all this accomplished.

I'm just about exhausted. I spent more time talking to Vegas about my situation, the work ahead, the time line and so forth. I didn't realize how heavy a burden I carry until I was articulating the circumstances. It's mind numbing. Brother is supposed to come out on Sunday. I need to take a day off. Perhaps tomorrow. I can probably take it easy, other than Mother's placement.