Here we go again…
For the quintillionth time.
Which, by the way, I didn’t even know was a word until a preacher spoke about how many years it would take a tiny sparrow to carry all the grains of sand in the world to the moon. This discussion was meant to put the length and depth of eternity in perspective.
But I digress.
Most of my stuff is in a rental storage, and the rest is still in boxes stacked in a corner.
I was also sick for a period of two weeks, during which I was nearly completely bed-ridden.
I finally pushed through the end of that period, and began to feel more optimistic about my situation after having unpacked a few bags and one box.
There are still several – many actually – boxes to go, but I am determined to feel optimistic.
In any case, this move has put a stall on any editing I might have been able to accomplish.
I’m getting my bearings and hopefully will get revved up to start this process soon.
Wish me luck.