Slowly...

...the number of boxes filled increases; the number of cupboards emptied goes up.   There is so much dust in the air right now, I have to break off for sneezing fits.  I think I have my backup plan sorted, but I'm not sure.  My ex-boss Carole is helping me shift some garbage to the tip on Sunday and thinks she might be able to persuade her husband to assist with a van.  But I think I'm getting there.

Slowly.

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner...

One thing that bothers me at the moment, is that I constantly feel I am looking over my shoulder for The Next Bad Thing To Happen.  I know it's out there, just waiting to trip me up when I least expect it, ready to send my crashing back down to earth again.  Oh, it would be so much better if it were The Next Good Thing To Happen, but the size and voraciousness of all the Bad Things that have happened lately seem to eclipse the Good Things.